More than her love object
Loved the mad act of loving
Loved being the little-lover
As the idolatry practitioner
Wanted to be the little girl
That crave of looking up to
Tiny darling, the baby-doll
So fragile toy for a big boy
Desired the role of porcelain
To make his sly eyes shine
Wished safety of his pocket
Like a shelter in deep peace
Carried, shaking all around
Let her clangs sound aloud
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