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Little Porcelain Doll

A china doll
Painted golden vanilla
Etching out the black
Acrylic blues
Just trying to find new hues.
She found God
Sleepwalking
Talking to herself
Wiping the imaginary blood off her hands
All these moods.
She made a run from the unknown
And clung to the life of Crowley.
Heights unimaginable
Emotionally entombed
Roped in diamond cables
She fell naïve of the misfortune
Juvenile to the blackest days.
Cathartic relief
Resurrection hopes
But her baby shot her down.
It was never her porcelain
She was prosperous
The fall is too expensive
This she knew.

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