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She was your figurine
With smooth chestnut skin
And a smile that always bowed up to you

She was your figurine
A precious possession to fondle and show.
To say “look, isn’t she beautiful, isn’t she perfect, exactly what I’ve always wanted”.

She was your figurine
And you held her close and tight
Sometimes at night you would reach out
To feel that smoothness beneath your hand
And you would be reassured that she was still there and she was still yours

She was your figurine
And you loved her
But when porcelain turned to flesh
She lost perfection so you had to break her
But blows can only make her bleed
And flesh wounds heal
She will not shatter.