Porcelain Doll

I sit upon the highest shelf.
With no one to play with.
Dust gathers on these fading rosy cheeks,
And my hair is filled with cobwebs.
There will never be a visible frown,
This fake smile is plastered on forever.
These dull blue eyes,
Stare off into the emptiness,
For everyone overlooks
This porcelain doll.

Currently unavailable for purchase

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