China Doll

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Crystal eyes blindingly wide,

Never glancing another way without her puppeteer. 

Sweet rosy lips stretched into a permanent, forced smile. 

Joints stiff, glued into place.

Glass skin cracking; slowly, steadily.

Breaking shard by shard, tiny button nose a hallow hole.

Satin blue dress of lace,

Eaten by moths; falling apart piece by piece.

Beauty so still, torn apart by the neglect of a bored child. 

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