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Dolls

November 28, 2012
By Tia-Cymone Weaver SILVER, Kansas City, Missouri
Tia-Cymone Weaver SILVER, Kansas City, Missouri
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Dolls
They stand
They stare
They pry
They always have those
Big, Creepy eyes
In the day they’re fun to play
In the night they give a fright
It seems no matter where you go
Their eyes always follow
When you throw them in the trash
They’re back the next day
You break and burn and beat them
But they never go away
Then they’ll suck you in their doll house
And decide you’re theirs to play
They poke and prick your eyes
Till you scream and yell and cry
And here’s the reason why
Cause dolls
They stand
They stare
They pry
Then you die
Sigh


The author's comments:
I love writing scary stuff and this was just a poem inspired by the creepiness of dolls

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