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ANNE AND I PLAY MURDER
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 The Book of Possibilities |
Anne and I
Play at murder
We take a doll and slowly
Carefully
We prise its head from its body
The pinky flesh is warm
Even in the darkest corner of
Our basement
The doll lies still
A victim
A martyr to our curiosity
Anne strokes the arms and giggles
I feel sick
A POEM by Jen Frankel. Use the search engine at the top to learn more about Frankel. OR CLICK HERE and read her BIO!
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Anne and I
