Dollface

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(We had to write a poem or short story from the point of view of someone living in a dollhouse)


Dollface they call me

Drapes with the pattern of the sea

A tall child walks by my house

I must be as quiet as a mouse

Not a single word can I say

I freeze as she wants to play


Dollface they call me

Plastic and still as can be

As she leaves the day will start

The place I was in and I begin to part

I look down the dollhouse and think

For it is time to leave this home of pink

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 06, 2021 ⏰

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