He was a porcelain doll
Something I couldn’t touch,
Something I wanted to cradle in my heart and in my hands.
I couldn’t bare to touch him
To leave my mark on my doll of porcelain…..
Something I couldn’t touch,
Something I wanted to cradle in my heart and in my hands.
I couldn’t bare to touch him
To leave my mark on my doll of porcelain…..
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