Those damn Clara Dolls
Stronger than they seem
Yelling at Good-for-Nothing—
tearing her apart at the seams.
They do not listen but sure do cry.
They really miss Ai.
She is nowhere to be seen.
Not at the funeral or the stream,
or the bus stop trying to escape this dream.
They hadn't seen her yet,
but she was the foundation of Good-for-Nothing's promise she never kept.
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Poems by me lol
PoetryA few years ago I had to write some poems and short stories for a creative writing class so I'm just going to put them here too. I apologize in advance for how bad they are.
