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I am this broken doll

I’ve lost some of my pieces and I’ll never find every shard

I’m glass and you can’t glue me back together

I can’t be stitched

I am this broken doll

And forever will be

I’m captivating in my broken beauty and I make you want to save me

But that is the illusion

For I can’t be saved

You’ll never find every shard either

I am this broken doll

And my pretty painted lips will always call for you to graze them

Bite them

And pull my pretty perfectly manufactured hair

I am this broken doll

And you will always want my broken legs to be wrapped around you

To squeeze and make you hurt in just the right places

It doesn’t matter then that I’m broken

I still feel warm

I am this broken doll

And you’ll want me to take my porcelain nails and run them down your back and whisper my sweet nothings in your ear

You’ll want me to scream your name and bite your arms with my glass teeth

You’ll love that I’m broken then

I am this broken doll

And your in love with the broken

and not the doll......

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