No Frills

October 1, 2010
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Dolls sit on shelves in veils of lace
Skin of porcelain; a symmetrical face
Beads comprised of glass in place of eyes
Painted China lips can speak no lies
Silken curls tied back with ribbon
Only wearing the clothing given
But alas my friends, they are not perfection
Lacking in emotion
Their form is frozen
Just one drop is the beginning of ruin
Equal proportions only point out our flaws
Blind empty eyes stare on with no cause
Voiceless creatures with mouths that cannot speak their own
Only stillness in silent agreement
Without thoughts of their own, minds so distant
Their wondrous clothing never outshone
Time quickly passes
When we grow tired and lock them behind clear glasses
Forgotten, alone, they gather in dust.

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