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Oct 2012
I never liked dolls.
Their hard, impersonal faces were immovable,
Their distant, glass eyes fixed somewhere past me.
Only their frail hair yielded to touch,
But it collected dust more quickly.
Another old one.  Also a true one.
Isoindoline
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