Plastered porcelain girl
Split between parts
Sorrow the devil
With a line
Pierced her frown with a canine
Wondering the root of tendency
Or now, I suppose, tradition
Her almond eyes never drooped
What a finite fortune
Plastered porcelain girl
Split between parts
Sorrow the devil
With a line
Pierced her frown with a canine
Wondering the root of tendency
Or now, I suppose, tradition
Her almond eyes never drooped
What a finite fortune