Anna Lynn

Her name is Anna Lynn
My dearest mannequin
I know the shapes she's in
I've  gotten under her skin

Some stop and stare at us
But she's the only thing I trust
As the world slowly rusts
My headless articulated bust

Go ahead and make your jokes
She gives me my only hope
That somehow man will win
[A world soon] dominated by mannequins

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