my hair white like cotton
my skin as fair as porcelain
my eyes twinkle like opal
and my nose a cute lil button.
with my flowy white dresses
and polished white shoes
and the white ivory i sculpt with
how could someone refuse?
but every clean white item
hides behind a shadow of dread
for my skin is fair as porcelain
but my hands are crimson red.
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My Hallucinatory Masterpeice
PoetryAn anthropology of poems from the perspective of galatea claude, from identity v. This was written by Galatea Claude-Valden, who is an alter in a DID system.
