Poetry #1

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She walked down the halls
With her porcelain dolls
People gave her looks
While they held their books

She didn't care what they thought
She was proud of what she brought

Someone came running, and bumped into her
Knocking her porcelain dolls to the floor

She rushed to pick them up
Something fell
It was her sippy cup
"Sorry Mel"

He scratched the back of his neck
Looking around
Until his friend beck
Called him sending a sound

He left
She walked

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Cry Baby // Melanie MartinezWhere stories live. Discover now