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~Porcelin~
~PORCELIN~
From beginning to end she's beautiful,
but inside she doesn't know it,
her feelings are hollow...
the guise is breakable and rough,
on the mind but her heart,
it is soft and smooth like her voice...
pale skin unblemished or tarnished,
with sin glittering in the moonlight,
like a trail of magic following...
her song the melody of time,
her weapon of choice,
whispers of jealous maidens and
the webs they've spun...
the dance she plies down with beat,
like a snake curling at your feet,
and soft ripples of water spreading the sea...
her mind a dark fortress,
never to be broken,
never to crumble or even fall...
least the beast be unlocked...
small shadows in the corner,
she's always near silently,
waiting; hiding burdens she bares...
inevitable to change,
but beautifies time,
she's a moth before a flame...
she's a portrait,
of why hate will cease,
the peace of war,
she's the future,
she's trapped in a forever...
she's known for always,
as the personification,
of the manifestation
of...porceline............
but she could have been me...
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