Doubt The Rabbit
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Fashion for me, toy maker, a very special doll
With eyes plucked from the cold abyss
And skin a brittle Fall.
Weave her hair from seaweed and the tresses of an ass,
Lips of rotten berries, and
Her nails of broken glass.
Give her breath, dear toy maker, and voice, a witch’s groan;
And stitch into her supple breast
A heart of porous stone.
With eyes plucked from the cold abyss
And skin a brittle Fall.
Weave her hair from seaweed and the tresses of an ass,
Lips of rotten berries, and
Her nails of broken glass.
Give her breath, dear toy maker, and voice, a witch’s groan;
And stitch into her supple breast
A heart of porous stone.
