You want to toss me aside like a toy you tired of playing with,

You are destroying me bit by rotting, decaying bit,

The ragdoll stitches are unravelling, string and thread,

Beaded marble eyes, never again to be polished, dull, dead,

Shine lost from wollen hair,

Velvet flesh crumbling to threadbare,

Pick me up to throw me away,

Cruel god-figure let me die today...

The End

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