Smoke-Screened Humanity

A doll's face melts before my eyes
As if the smoke-stained girl cries
Trapped within a coffin of plastic
Hidden away in a box in the attic
Flames consume her once loving home
As she is left in the wreckage alone
She reaches out with a blackened hand
Toward the lights of a faraway land
She dreams that one day she'll be free
That someone will call her not it, but she
Dreams are all they are, but hope is enough
Which makes her just as human as us

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