Broken Dolls

Broken dolls.
Splintered,
the unwanted pieces
of a love deserted,
left behind
with the passing of time.
He had changed
while she stayed the same-
Frozen,
lips as red as blood,
arms outstretched,
wishing one last time
to be held.

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