A porcelain doll, perfect, pretty, and prim Brush her hair, dress her in silk and lace. Devotion is conditional, compassion is the interim One moment it is strong, then gone without a trace. Harsh handling, withering words, deserted and discarded She does not not break, she'll only harden. Aching and alert, grieving and guarded. Too distant to be heard, her mind is the warden. #poetry #echochamber
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