Porcelain dolls
Precious little row
Evil dwell inside
Hiding all they know
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Curls and dresses
Pretty red lips
Dreams to dust
Trust's awful whips
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Little one silent
So menacingly shy
Savoring so much hatred
Deep within green eyes
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Tiny Glass like body
Shatter far below
Wither vacant stares
Dying in cold snow
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Perched on steps of granite
Wailing once again
Devoured by dark secrets
Reliving so much pain
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Walking in bleak shadows
Dancing near the grave
Tattoos of terror
Self esteems slave
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Corroded scales of justice
No tools of retribution
Lost that special gleam
To suicides absolution
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