She lies on the floor in ruins, torn and tattered in the dusty darkness.
Her hair is dull, dusty, missing pieces, horribly tangled.
She’s one eyed and no longer sees happiness or play.
The remaining blue eye is lifeless, blank, and blind.
Her clothes are half-missing, torn, and musty.
Her skin is pale with dust, cracked, broken.
She’s no longer the image of timeless, lifeless beauty.
She lies alone in the dark closet.
A Childs forgotten doll.
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Submission Name: Little doll
