"Porcelain Dolls"
Staring blank faces,
Staring at the same places.
Expressions will never
Change.
Pure white, . . blank,
Face devoid of color.
Features are chosen
And the soul is broken
By monotony.
"Porcelain Dolls" Staring blank faces, Staring at the same places. Expressions will never Change. Pure white, . . blank, Face devoid of color. Features are chosen And the soul is broken By monotony. |
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