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They no longer come to play
The broken doll sits in the corner
her eyes have lost their sparkle
her hair has become dull
...
The dark quiet stabbed again into my dreams
alone I remembered you
the pain of love tears at me
Cupids arrow has turned into a cross bow spliting me
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The dark quiet stabbed again into my dreams
alone I remembered you
the pain of love tears at me
Cupids arrow has turned into a cross bow spliting me
...
Locked out
Drops of heavy rain pour down on me
Wet, warm hard bullets of water cover my naked body
My heart sweats from the pain of racing
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Things have improved since these were written. Too happy now to write poems. May return one day with brighter vision! !)
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The Broken Doll
They no longer come to play
The broken doll sits in the corner
her eyes have lost their sparkle
her hair has become dull
her party dress is stained and wrinkled
I watch the dancers
their firm tight bodies tease the pole
their party dresses have been removed
they have no shame
the men talk and crush their spent cigs into the ashtray
I recall the moments,
the softly uttered words,
I need you
I love you
The kalediscope of images whirls about me
the voyeur glimpses this world of amusements and cries
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