broken doll scissors bed walls
broken things can not restore
the dead brought back to life
these are the rules of your world
buried smiles passing by
buried dreams under the swings
decaying deformity contented eyes
birth recording thoughts
shadowy figures walk by her
teenage girl passing near buildings
breathless swings in her yard
nightmare of fabrication
things that break cannot come back
secretly dispose of the broken ones
rewrite memory again and again
all you are is all you're aware of
dead doll before birth
no birth record
thoughts' end next reality
and overcome the barriers
now please take my hand
me myself the only reality
spinning mirror balls
and heavy beats reality
no one cares
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