china doll

dark and disturbing from the deepest reaches of my being

on the ledge here i sit 

gazing at them all, 

walking past to see ther face while,

not being noticed at all.


the lights go out,

all is dark, i dont no what to do,

the ground dis appears beneath me.

i a force at my head and  wait for the [ain,

it doesnt come .




The End

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