The rings that pull
will always know
the deadbeat eyes,
so full of lies.
When plastic dolls,
their face so small,
grow up one day,
they cannot play.
All it takes is one mistake.
Then all their life is just a farce.
Painted on, lips and irises,
slices down the store
with one guilty stare.
Dead, they seem,
no space to dream.
A single image of how people should look.
And took, they did,
just like they should
until the store is closed.
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