Porcelain doll
Forever kept in a box
Collecting dust
Collecting tears
Year after year
A porcelain doll
From the bonnet
To the lace clothes
Contained with a box
Like a tomb always closed
With hair like spider web
A vacant stare like death
Forever pouty
Forever Young
Forever fake
The fragility of a baby
And when their angry
Smashed to pieces
And swept away
Once beloved
Now shattered
Torn and tattered
Thrown away after
Once a porcelain doll
Now just shards

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