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First Doll

Allyssa Wolf

eye with aid eyes
eyes open our
made that way
to open
we side don't want
any real babies here
we aiding the eyed-eye

as for eye
you shod ask
as for eye
eye would have grown sound even
in the rich sick
of the earth
eye would have grown

writhink a crownd cryig
what wont exist?
a rose of they rod
with this I look on you now

da spik of light?

Is it an anger which turns
My fice to yours?

Allyssa Wolf

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