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Vanity
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Dark Poetry Dancing porcelain dolls
so delicate and frail.
Alabaster skin, powered white, we glow
so bright and fair.
Violently, we’re shook: shattered and bleeding,
so carelessly strewn and broken.
Eloquent words flow from the lips of the dying
so honest and shameless in death.
You refuse to acknowledge our burning wings,
so we incinerate…exsanguinate; bleed truth for all to see.
