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Loose Threads

The last doll on the shelf
Oldest jewelry box on display
Dust covered corners
thread comes undone
Colors fading day by day

Picked up and put back
Hours and days pass
This doll is perfect
Weeks and months pass
Not perfect, not at all

Lights are dim
Sitting here hidden
Covered by the new
The crystal clear
Just released dolls

Years and years pass
Rare footsteps in the distance
No eyes wander here
No hands reaching for this doll
Covered by the others
Waiting in the dark

I shall stay here
Pulling loose strings
Back into place
The needle and thread
Stitching a smile on
To last another day