There was a doll in a drawer with unwanted toys, a guy passing by picked her up
He wiped the dirt off her porcelain face, admiring and trying to cheer her up
Pink cheeks appeared behind a layer of dust
Her painted features expressed distrust
He examined her curiously, as if afraid to offend, trying to treat her right
But his gaze was involuntarily attracted by her skin glowing from the moonlight
The mechanisms in her eyelids have rusted, preventing her from closing her eyes
He fixed it and she fell asleep in his arms until the early sunrise
Doll
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