Just a Doll

Crumpled wrapping paper, eyes beaming bright
in her shiny sealed box, my Jessie Doll. 
Squealing, my fingers raced, a flawless sight
of innocence over a Jessie doll. 
But shattered purity escaped at bedtime
with my doll held tight in the dark, weeping. 
He'd tell me that it's alright that I shouldn't mind
with her eyes centered with mine, but seeping. 
Each night she was there to help me relax
Mom and dad were present, but all work no play
as he stood by the wall, we turned our backs
Jessie and I together like birds of prey
we looked into each other's eyes, this has to end.
We escaped, not just a doll, everlasting friend. 
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