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by Slinky 5 reviews

Demented little poem about the not so human soul.

Category: Poetry - Rating: PG - Genres: Angst - Published: 2005-05-18 - Updated: 2005-05-19 - 92 words - Complete


Teddy sits on the dead girl's bed.
He's stiff and new,
Not tattered and used.
Teddy was given only a day before
Little girl went to make friends
With the angels.
Teddy has only one flaw.
His glass-like eyes hang limp
From their sockets.
Appropriate that eyes should lead
To the soul-
Teddy never had one of those
Because souls are made
Of family and friends
And others for whom one longs.
Teddy was but a day old,
His eyes loose hanging coals,
And he never had a soul.
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