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Mannequin
You stand her tall, your mannequin,
She'll just gaze on, no thoughts within
dress her up, then slowly dress her down
lower the stockings, lift up the gown
Such a beautiful image paused in time
no reason for existance, though so sublime
she looks on eerily into your eyes
kiss her once, to your own surprise
Would you taint her with your touch?
That doll of which you love so much?
Used to watching from behind your bars
now come too close, your feelings marred
Put the sheet over her head
lay her down softly upon her stone bed
And quietly weep for dreams left broken
another trophy, another worthless token.
