Broken Doll
Cute and be-dimpled doll
On the street, she was left to run over by cars
I scooped her up with my carefree hands
And wrapped her in my woolen scarf.
Her left arm missing from its socket
Her right leg partly cracked
Her three little fingers dangling from her hand
And her dress tattered and soiled.
Her solid smile so intact
The intense pain she did not feel
She looked like a living doll!
I cradled her in my arms like a baby I've never had.
The heartless creature is nowhere to be found!
Damn you, if I ever find you
I'll break your arm like you did to the poor little doll!
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