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The Porcelaine Doll

A busy street, framed by a sidewalk and buildings on each side.

One building,
a pawn shop,
doesn't stand out...

It is here I stand, watching from behind a wall of glass,
A smile frozen on my face, my eyes are glassy,
Void of emotion.
My hands are neatly folded in front of me, hands of porcelaine...perfect.

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Joseph Poewhit 23 January 2009

Some perspective, very imaginative.

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