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Bittersweet Loneliness of a China Doll
Pefect yet delicately fragile
Placed on an antique shelf
For all the world to love and admire
Countless eyes gaze in awe
But not one hand dare touch
The porcelain china doll
Vested in a pink floral dress
Like that of it's living counterpart, a geisha
Mimicking the geisha's transcending beauty
But remote, detached existance
An exact replica of a precious artwork
That can not live a destined life
A milky white porcelain face
With painted beady little eyes
That cautiously explore the world
A forbidden fruit of a sight to hold
A drawn smile that can only tell lies
Of an existance of pure happiness
All day the china doll pretends
It's completely content with the loneliness
Of never being held by fragile hands
Or seeing the world outside the safety of the armoir
Denying these chances in complete fear
Of being slightly cracked
And being trashed like the last flawed china doll
