Fake.
Porcelain.
She is porcelain.
A china doll,
a paper plaything.
A shiny glass bauble
on a golden charm bracelet,
made to be envied
made to be cherished.
He puts her up on a pedestal,
locked away in a display case
under bright spotlights,
for everyone to see
for everyone to wish they had.
She paints her smile on,
plastic eyes
button nose,
cold hands.
A slice of perfection,
the epitome of beauty
and the envy of all.
She is so gorgeous,
she is so fake.
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