She’s made of porcelainNot looking so cleanLook at her pretty eyesSuch a poor disguise I see the blood spilt on her handsSee the clock saying demandWhy can’t you seeShe is not clean Dirty as a rubbish dump But seems so pure at thatDon’t let her near the birdsLooking like a white cat … [Read more...] about Doll, By: Fiona Flores