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The Cloth Doll and the Weeping Wallow(recitation to sorrow)

She straddled over the lake
as she approached the only existing living hell
as she approached the lonely
she opened her violet eyes
eyes made of three buttons of a dress
lace dress
beauty
half-burnt dress
I can inhale the smell
of seared fabric
and my soul with sorrowful compassion can follow
the threadbare fringes as they creep painfully and woefully
across her skin
and across the ground
where she leaned
but refused to kiss

I can inhale the sadness
emitting through her skin
I can repel the darkness
but she said it is the only way
she needs, to see
the only way she needs
to breathe

"I can see. And I can breathe. Through darkness.
As they are blind. And breathless. Before the light."

Enigmatic contraction of her muscles
around her smile
around her cloth lips
when they slowly open
to utter a cry

and I can look inside her third eye
where I can lay and cry
inside her white third eye
that remains closed
closely-guarded eye
embraced and warm
by a secret lullaby
by a frozen sorriness
by a woebegone loneliness
it is not her
but she has to live
in her third non-violet eye

Within her beauty and her pride
the cloth doll prepares to die
behind a weird smile

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