March 9 2013

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she was a harlequin doll

with a baby face

stiff as a mannequin-

not an ounce of grace

 

but she held it in her eyes

like a raging storm

secrets of humanity

in the purerst form

 

she kept it in her mind

never uttered a word

held the world insie her hands

a greater feat I've never heard

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