Baby Doll

Dwelling

My heart beating fast
My body breaking a sweat
That first stinging slice
Is what keeps her at her best.
 
A fallen angel
A cold ghostly beauty
Perfect is a name she’s heard
But she recalls they were looking right through me.
 
Stuck in a prison
She finds a few releases
Wondering if she can ever escape
Her hope slowly decreases.
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