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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