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Where others have chipped away There are now holes, growing cracks, And each morning she patches herself up Looking to her battered reflection "Stone..." Says the porcelain girl "I am made of stone."
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Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 11:32 AM UTC
Broken Doll
Where others have chipped away There are now holes, growing cracks, And each morning she patches herself up Looking to her battered reflection "Stone..." Says the porcelain girl "I am made of stone."
With Love, Kelsey
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Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 11:32 AM UTC
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