You view me as inanimate.
Yet, look into my eyes.
Touch my skin – cracked porcelain.
Can’t you see through my disguise?
First, I’ll play with your possessions.
Then, I’ll move on to your mind.
I’ll haunt you, even in your dreams.
I am sweetness redefined.
I only crave attention.
Let me out of my glass case -
if you dare – don’t think I’ll murder
you, in your sleep.
With my pretty face,
what’s not to
trust, anyway?
I only want to play.
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