Your poemjust_the_ashDecember 13 2009, 17:26:15 UTC
I wroted you a poem, and I didn't eated it. (You threw a few bucks at me in sfd_wishingwell, and suggested something about your dolls... so here's what came out. No personal remarks about anyone's body are intended; I was trying to write from a BJD's viewpoint.)
The Beautiful Horde
We can be very lifelike. We can tiptoe upstairs in the night, and with our elegant jointed hands, our wide piercing eyes, too liquid, too brilliant, pinch your heart and drain your self- confidence without ruffling our lace. Admit it, you big squishy thing: you envy our floral white plastic arms and legs, light, articulate, immaculate, immortal. You love us so well you spend years and thousands making us perfect beyond your own image, superior. Now who here is the toy?
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The Beautiful Horde
We can be very lifelike.
We can tiptoe upstairs
in the night, and with our elegant
jointed hands, our wide piercing
eyes, too liquid, too brilliant,
pinch your heart and drain your self-
confidence without ruffling our lace.
Admit it, you big squishy thing:
you envy our floral white plastic
arms and legs, light, articulate,
immaculate, immortal.
You love us so well you spend years
and thousands making us perfect
beyond your own image, superior.
Now who here is the toy?
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