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| With Plastic Blonde Hair |
She smiled when he touched her.
like always.
And he laughed out loud.
At the ludicrousness of it all.
But still he held her.
Uncaring of the world's point of view.
Only caring what he wanted.
Fuck everyone else.
And she agreed.
Completely.
Never raising a word against him.
Though she heard quite a few.
And always smiled.
Always.
He'd known the moment he saw her face.
Shining like a star.
A beautiful picture.
She would be the one.
So he held her.
And caressed her.
Through the cold nights and hot.
Till it hit her.
Fatally.
Without warning.
Out of nowhere.
With a breath, the life blew from her.
And it was over.
Ended.
Terminated.
And he wept.
Long and Loud.
There would be others, yes.
But never her.
She was special.
She was irreplaceable.
She was priceless.
She was gone.
Forever.
Nevertheless, forward
he figured.
We can't go without.
So he took a deep breath.
And blew up a fresh doll.
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