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Paper Dolls
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Antiquated Plastic scissors
Forgotten on the floor
The blue velvet wizards
Open gold-plated doors
Merely the gate
It's just the start
The entryway
To you falling apart
Somedays I will find you
In those pink pearl castles
Where there's no truth
Just these silver tassels
Behind the fairy harps and purple seas
Head in the stars, mind on the brink
Where icicles burn and fires freeze
Too much surrounding me, I cannot think
Painted faces
Just paper dolls
These invented races
Thickening walls
Just paper figures
From plastic scissors
