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Feb 2018
You stole my body from the doll's house,
Refurbished - like new
And ran it home in your tight, clammy grasp.

Unwrapped - undone - and clutched to your chest,
Your favourite prize in a pile of bones.

When the cuts from your nails went sour and stank you medicated me -
A noble doctor! So lucky you are! Just look at the leathery smiles he keeps behind cabinet doors.

Now gone, the sores still weep

No cure

No quick fix

Used - for parts
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Kitty
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   Delton Peele
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