Canvas

Hold bruises of pencil, Marks of brush
Covered in paint.
A silicon layer
Telling the story of a her.
It's the bruises of time
Marks of life
Covered with lies 
A layer of fake faces.
Hidden behind smile.
Holding tears.
Missing what's lost .
The white form 
But now she is painted
Redesigned.
Turned a new doll.
Who is the canvas?  Let's Call....
Call her canvas
 not just doll.



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