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Forlorn porcelain…

  Daisy bloom, Pretty one, Kiss on your cheek From the evening’s gloom. Porcelain skin, Soft carnation, you sound Like a boy’s dream Come true. Still the smell of Sorrow runs in your thin hair. What is it, in your eyes? Doleful doll, melancholic darling, Your silent pout Is deafening…   Via today’S Word of…… Continue reading Forlorn porcelain…