I loved you.
You came alive
At my touch,
Walking, talking,
Styling your hair,
Changing your clothes,
Imagining you to life.
Even now...
Although age dictates
I shouldn't,
I still feel your charms.
So pretty
But now unreal,
More plastic than magic.
The time draws near -
Try on one more dress,
Brush your hair
For the final time.
Say goodbye.
All things change,
Come to an end.
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