Poem #17 Dolls #2

Dolls #2

My sister
Makes
Dolls
They fill
Every bare
Crevice
Works of art
Imitators of life
They are
Alive
Life from fingers
& Soul force
Dolls with hearts
That beat &
Keep my sister
Company
In the loneliness
Of her own

Heart.

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