Transitioning

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Honeysuckles and lilies
Falling from her lips
Beautiful and delicate
Like her loving kiss

Gold dust and raindrops
Sliding down her cheeks
Perfect is a nasty word
And such a horrid feat

Porcelain and lace bows
Tied around her waist
Once she was so innocent
This doll has cracked from haste

Smokey breath and painkillers
Might take it all away
Dust sets on her fingertips
She might be fine one day

Glass shards and eggshells
Crack under her feet
Now the floor is crimson
That smile is deceit

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