I am fond of dolls
that move
ever so like
human flesh.
A glance and I wonder
if imagination
makes up stories,
stories of
movement
and expression.

I swear I saw
a head, twitch.
an eye, blink.

I look away and decide
insomnia is the one to blame.

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