My head is heavy so i lob it forward to drag the rest of my body.
The gutters of both sides of the road are full of dolls that look like me.
Is this my voodoo freeway, divine limbo in judgement imposed on me.
I continue forward no visible cars or people just the sounds of rattling dolls
and my own quiet footsteps.
The crossroads are empty up head as i come upon them I have no notion where to go.
I keep walking legs humming, brain an audience of voices on a lonely desolate road
of abandoned dolls.
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