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Slide your love down the slippery slope of life. 
Even if its on a set of wobbly skis.
Cause there's no other way to get to the bottom,
Where they're waiting,
And watching, 
And hoping, 

She's a color on your color palette.
Too small to stay without slipping off
To fall to the carpeted waves. 
You paint with her. 
A friend so small; you make her bigger,

Love is a porcelain doll.
So easy to break yet so hard to repair,
The chip may be mended, but the scar always there
The doll sometimes discarded, lays far in the rubble
Of a deserted town barred and closed.