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The Doll
Hannah Shannon


You sold my Snow White doll, Dad,
the same one you bought for me, but
you’re too drunk to remember that

You said it was because I was acting “bad,”
but we both knew you just needed alcohol money
You sold my Snow White doll, Dad.

You handed a​ ​man in a fancy suit the only friend I had
in exchange for a twenty, but you’re too drunk to
remember that.

The only one that made me feel safe when you got mad
wasn’t as important as whiskey. You sold my Snow
White doll, Dad.

She was fair with pretty blue eyes and never looked sad.
You said she reminded you of me, but you’re too drunk
to remember that.

She was the one that held my hand, unlike
you, who was too drunk to even stand. You
sold my Snow White doll, John, but you’re
still too drunk to remember that.

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