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A porcelain doll sits on a broken shelf
Its ripped and bound in shredded silk
Cast into shadows
Forbidden to show
Stitches torn from abuse and no use
A single tear ripped under its eye
Cast into ember
None to remember
It wheezes out through armageddon
Embracing the hell where it’s headin’
Burning down the room
The fire as its groom
Rising like a phoenix
Taking them to the tomb
