Descriptiona short poem
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They pulled and tugged from every end; The porcelain doll lies broken. Her glossy face now smatched and stained. Her cloth wrapped stitched heart opened. Her reddish locks were straitened clean; Her ripped dress sports an odor. Her head removed from bod and limbs; Her blood shot teared eyes, swollen. The one eyed-panda and hairless clown laughed on as she cried out. Then, spoke of her impending doom. "She'll toss you, there's no doubt." "You look no longer beautiful." "We have to reassert." "A fair new peach now claims your seat inside the glass case chest." "So when her dolls no longer shine, she'll search for that new belle." "We'll spin no tale, you'll grieve and now dwell above the closet shelf." written on: August 27, 2019.