.A charcoal smear, a graphite edge,
A figure twisted and grey,
A distorted toy of a girl named Ann,
Scrunched and crumpled, hidden away.
It has no strings, this marionette,
This mannequinâs icy stare,
Who stashed your secret in the loft,
And kept it hidden there.
And.
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