

One Last Poem for DollfaceCan you feel the vibrations in the room dance Across the candid introspect of minds? A flicker of emotion in her deadened face She hasn't talked for weeks and he's behind. Where embers in the sippy cup are melting his remorse And the fittest has her tongue upon her neck Too good for satisfaction, like a rockstar in his prime But no one has the quiet one in checkOne Last Poem for Dollface
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