Overworked doll
pick me up by the waist and move my arms and legs in any position you like
Place me wherever you like. Blue eyes scream at you
mouth remains closed
You have no free will
I am made of bone and meat.
Why do you think I am a porcelain thing?
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DJ Robbins
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