She is thin and Petit
waits for bus
hair is short and blond.
In the wind like a dove
is dancing
goes up-down; side to side.
Bony face, pale skin
looks like a, monster
walking dead
Move her hands; is robot
“Hello Barbie” is busy
Walks and talks.
Waiting in bus stop
and talking to no one
what has she in her mind?
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