You stand her tall, your mannequin,

She'll just gaze on, no thoughts within

dress her up, then slowly dress her down

lower the stockings, lift up the gown

Such a beautiful image paused in time

no reason for existance, though so sublime

she looks on eerily into your eyes

kiss her once, to your own surprise

Would you taint her with your touch?

That doll of which you love so much?

Used to watching from behind your bars

now come too close, your feelings marred

Put the sheet over her head

lay her down softly upon her stone bed

And quietly weep for dreams left broken

another trophy, another worthless token.

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