Ragdoll

Threads come loose,
Buttons go missing,
Fading hues,
With shadows mixing.

Arms are lost,
In a flurry of wind,
Pieces of locks,
Are lit up like wicks.

Legs are cut,
By piano strings,
Crimson in a cup,
Almost like strawberry.

Smiles as blankets
That gives warmth
White in black
Surrender in wars.

FOR SALE: imported handicrafts

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