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There lay a doll
Princess on a bed
The prettiest one
Porcelain,
Bright eyes
Rosy cheeks
Lips apple red
I cut her open
She makes no screams
Knows the truth
And this she has foreseen
The smile is still on her
She sheds no tears
Never voicing out her fears
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This second poem somehow relates to the previous one. They were written around the same time, hence the similar themes.
I hope you guys like it. Feel free to comment and give constructive criticism, both will be highly appreciated.
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Pearlescently
