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Baby dolls
Dad, I always wanted
My baby dolls to be real.
I could hug them
And kiss them
And bathe them
And dress them
And draw on the love in their eyes.
But the eyes never worked.
Were you hoarding them
Or making me grow?
Was I your baby doll?
Oh to put myself in a
Shrinkwrapped cardboard box
And be purchased
And hugged
And kissed
And bathed
And dressed
And draw on the love in your eyes.
As it turns out
You are my baby doll
Just watch
And try not to splash.