CASSANDRA
I Look At her In That Paper Dress.
I Wonder Why She Won't Burn.
She's Just A Paper Doll, Thats All, Just A Paper Doll.
I Dress Her Up She Knocks Me down
I Dress Her Up She Knocks Me down
They Try Her On For Size, she Fits Nice.
One Size Fits All
One Size Fits All
Now Her Soul Is Dead, Now Her Bodies Raw,
You Can Numb Her Pain

Artist: Kittie  "Paper doll"
DESCRIPTION: There is something unsettling in those large innocent brown eyes. They gaze out at you from a pretty heart shaped face with a cupids bow of a mouth, and soft rounded cheeks. Pehaps it's the pale doll like quality of her appearance. Or maybe it's the slight chill that seems to hover about her. She is small, petite, almost waif like, with cloths that seem to have come from the "Mary Kate &Ashley" section of Walmart, assesorized by jelly braclets, Iron cross earings,  a skull belt holding up her  flaired jeans. Around her neck she wears a camio locket on a long chain, and a leather dog colar necklace. A silver ID braclet on her right hand has her name and medical "conditions" on it. She wears dark eye liner, and mascera about her eyes, making them look bigger then they really are, and her mouth is perfectly colored and lined a deep cherry red. Ebony black hair is cut to shoulder length, and falls in a lifless thick tangle about her face.
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Dance of the dead
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