A body thick with pages
Blood as black as ink
A timeless beauty
Who cannot age a day
My creature comes alive
She has no history
And she’ll never have a future
She’ll never know pain
Nor passion
My creature comes alive
Although she can’t talk
She says many things
She has no hands
but she paints a picture
My creature comes alive
Daughter of sleepless nights,
And star lit days,
My creature came alive.
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