This is only a rough version - maybe it will get finished one day.
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They made a doll from wax and bones,
They stroked its hair, they kept it warm,
Watched it crumble, couldn't stop it,
Splintered bone, the wax was torn.
See its clothes so grey and tattered,
See it eaten up with time,
Cannot reach pure cold water,
Can't escape the grit and slime.
Feathers in your hands,
All gone, all gone and spoiled.
Feathers in your hands,
All gone, all gone...
It fragments, it's geometric,
It tastes your face, it's warm and blurred.
Everyone likes shadows when they're young and fresh,
See it eating up the time.
Feathers in your hands,
All gone, all gone and spoiled.
Feathers in your hands,
All gone, all gone...
They made a doll from wax and bones,
They stroked its hair, they kept it warm.
Watched it crumble, couldn't stop it.
Bone stuck out, the wax was torn.