patchwork dollA Poem by cloakedone
i stich myself one last time wondering all the while
how much longer do i have to smile? i tighten my pigtail nervously and brush out my dress my patches are a big beatiful mess i am the little patch work doll way in the back maybe i'll get picked up and taken home one day i am lolita the dollie who never goes away......
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1 Review Added on April 2, 2015 Last Updated on April 6, 2015 Authorcloakedonehavanna, ARAboutso if i told people about me what would i say? i'd say learn me through my writing ........and as you see i love my dog jean:) What other people think of me is none of my buisness sometimes it hu.. more..Writing
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