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my dollhouse
Contributed by
shihstar
on
Thursday, 10th April 2008 @ 03:00:06 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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in a black suite of silk a man full of jealous skill faking happiness and the divine she stands in front - alone
clutching a siliquin maniquin skin as soft as the tool invented she waits for her applause it is never given nor recieved
she dances and sings - her way of expression hiding secrets but revealing scars he is dominantly divine in every way she is defined by the dominant
if fair lace is blackened and fake fur driven to the door should he declare his own sacrifice she waits for recognition
nothing but plastic and scars cover her once delicate and fragile body he is torn and corrupted - in the cupboard of childrens toys
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2008-04-10 03:00:06] (Date/Time posted on
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