A doll once whole, with a core untold,
An inner child, a pure, complete soul.
With kindness and faith, self-sacrifice paid the price,
For survival's sake, it had no other choice.
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To adapt and protect, the puppeteer weaves,
Modifying the doll, each encounter he perceives.
Ruptured, scattered, wood chips everywhere,
Fragments of the soul dispersed in the air.
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Morphed into states in horcruxes confined,
Some destroyed with them, lost in the night.
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The Tattered Doll and the Sonata of Dissonance
PoetryA collection of 22 hidden poetic-koan tales woven to create an illusion of only 7 distinct story sections, depicting the intricacies of life, relationships, and society. ✻ Made with a blend of philosophy, psychology, metaphysics and poetry. ✻ Every...
