She's soft porcelain, wishing to be more; Manipulated for distant desires.
She waits for the kiln to dry out her flaws. Maintaining her figure of glory.
In times of fire and burning cruelty, Manipulation ceased to work.
A backbone blossomed from the dust of her fallen life.
After the bisque burn, her texture aged. To hide it, she stained her skin
With Cosmetic dust and cream. Prepared for a tropical rest.
Tropical relaxation was over; She looked stunning.
Light rays enhanced her shine To make her look divine.
Her future seemed protected by a new possession.

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