Porcelain China Doll

She looks at her porcelain china dolls
Hair perfectly groomed, dress perfectly ironed.
Unmoving and cold to the touch
Appearing strong with a ghost of a smile on their lips
But their eyes, they show depth
Unblinking, large, and unmoving
Like they can stare into your soul and grasp it.
The windows to their empty core.
And alas the girl is nothing but one of the porcelain china dolls.
Easy to break; fragile. Beautiful to the eye

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