Broken Doll

A Poem by Pud

Sitting there on the self,

Listening to the childish laughter,

Wondering when I'll shatter.

They always drop me,

Leacing me on the cold wooden floor,

With a new crack everytime.

They drop me again,

Maybe next I'll shatter.

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Added on August 4, 2009

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