Nursing Anguish
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She burst out, sobbing coming from her throat
And eyes, and ran to dolls to dandle with.
Although she still felt sorrow as a bloat
Around her voice box, like a monolith
Of pain all swollen as if flesh and stone
Could be combined, she found a cuddled doll
Had love inside her. She could cure the moan.
The dolly banished disappointment’s brawl
Inside the suffering in the fled one’s chest.
The hurt one pulled another doll to grasp
It, tears upwelling to her yet flat breast
And found release in doubled dolly clasp.
Their satin dresses and their parasols,
These playthings, fought away at tearful falls.
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