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Oh, my Pale Marionette, why do you so fret?
For in my arms, safe you'll always be, and
anything you need will be given from me.
Oh, my Porcelain Doll, why do you feel so low, below all?
For I made you with my own hands and I still love you when you break or fall.
Oh, my Pale Marionette, don't be so upset.
For when others say you don't matter,
I'll mend you heart of glass, so easily shattered.
- Title: Pale Marionette
- Artist: Sianel
- Description: I feel like this is what Jesus is telling me sometimes when I feel crappy. It's pretty short but I hope you enjoy it! <3
- Date: 01/02/2010
- Tags: pale marionette
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Comments (3 Comments)
- Ever_more4 - 01/07/2010
- Wow very nice! 5/5 really, your poem is amazing!
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- ShadowsJewel - 01/03/2010
- i am the worst poem writer. i'm not joking. ur one of the best.5/5
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- AndorianBlue - 01/02/2010
- I love this poem. You are very talented. 5/5
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