It's like painting without a canvas.
It's like singing with strep throat.
It's like cooking with no food.
Something is missing,
There are pieces broken.
We can get out the glue.
We can get out the tape.
But the picture's gonna change.
Now there's a broken piece in my heart.
I didn't want to break; you forced my hand.
Now instead of da Vinci I look like Picasso.
My porcelain body is chipped, fragmented.
Cast away with the your next toy donation.
Because there will always be another doll.
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