A Doll
A doll sat alone on it's shelfA distorted mirrror supine
As alive as the doll
In the mirror
a garden rotting
a girl screaming
a girl laughing
Beautiful new flowers bloomed
Constantly the garden transfigured
Daily the doll watched
Daily envy grew
Daily warmth radiated
The doll was alive
And one day the mirror fell
Shattering the images away
And the doll fell silent
No longer existing
No longer waiting
For the doll was only a doll
No longer with an ability to exist
Outside what was set.
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