Ode to an Auction House Murder Doll (a poem, of sorts)

Wake me up at midnight 
Remind me that I’m bold 
Blur the lines of wrong and right 
In my fractured heart of cold 

Whisper to me at midnight 
Secret names I should dispose 
Sending them to heavenly light 
With neither tear nor rose 

Put an end to me at midnight 
When your use for me is done 
Allowing death without a fight 
Cherishing all our bloody fun 

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2023, John L. Harmon 

Thank you for reading or listening to my half-blind words. 

Freak Out, 
JLH 

P.S. click the pic for an ode from a different time…

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