2 on a long forgotten street in a house with no door
full of dark and musty corners lay a dirty battered doll 3 How many years she’d been there no one could tell Spiders had covered her with cobwebs and dust lay like a blanket over her keeping her warm Mice crept across the floor and sometimes scuttled over her body plucking her hair for their nests Beetles nibbled her fingers and toes while the winter wind blew dead leaves and empty food packets through the door But the doll lay still and uncomplaining oblivious to everything Until one night
