Porcelain

 

On broken silver china

Sat a porcelain curse

Lace and trim spiral

The hems of her dress

Of finest silk and thread

Resting on pale white skin

Her almond locks frame

Her petaled cheek

In sweet fragrant rose

But no one knows

What lies beyond

Those glassy eyes

 

-herdragonandram

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