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Porcelain, but the eyes are real
She sees what no one else can
Fiery red that frames her face
Painted lips to fool any man
China doll, she’ll come alive
When he least expects it
Scaring the blood from his veins
With eyes of pure electric
Cowering, he begs for life
She just stares, no emotion showing
And as he breathes his final breath
Will he die, without even knowing?
That it wasn’t her at all, oh no
He led a life, nightmarish
His own fear is what did him in
And caused this man to perish
Porcelain, but the eyes are real
Watching and patiently waiting
Be careful, what next, you will do
For her face is so very captivating
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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My God woman! I have missed you more than I realized! This is awesome! I definitely will be careful what next I do. Kudos to you Lady D 😊
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Thanks so very much, Sir Walt! You made me smile ❤ 🙂
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I’m glad! 😎
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Captivating all around
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Thank you, Annette!
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Love it! And that’s the perfect doll face to scare the crap out of anyone.
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hahahaha, it’s not a doll! She’s real, theatrical makeup!
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Even more freaky!
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I found this poem facinating.
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Thank you very much! ❤
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Yikes!
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I’ll say 😉
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Reblogged this on About the Jez of It.
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Thank you for sharing! ❤
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My pleasure
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