Crumbling Doll


I a doll,
sat on the shelf
gathering dust
my arms and legs crumbling with rust.

One faithful night
a women in white
came and cleaned me up.

I was placed in a box
with a ribbon on top,
Soon a blond haired girl
opened the led,
and I a doll
was never rusted
and left to crumble
and busted,
ever again.

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