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Nov 2020
No matter how much they pulled her hair
No matter how hard they pressed her throat
The curve of her lips never changed
The smile was sewn to the doll's lips!
But the doll was tired
She no longer wanted to have that curve on her lips
She was thinking of protesting
One day when she was tortured
She shouted, " that's enough. I'm in pain"
The curve of her lips was broken
With that broken curve
The doll was no longer attractive to anyone
No one came to her anymore
No one asked her where she was in pain
No one asked her why she wasn't smiling anymore
She owed no explanation to anyone too
The doll got rid of the artificial curve of her smile

@Sunset
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Sunset  32/F/Iran
(32/F/Iran)   
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   Jeremy Stacy
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