By the Lipstick {Attempted Parquette}

Sitting on a table filled with many things
A doll to the side, a comb and lipstick,
Looking into mirrors sitting in front of her,
Her smile is a smile that simply sings.

Sitting on a table filled with many things
A proding clock sets by and silently ticks
She's proud of her most prized possession she is sure.
This little child full of smiles is deathly sick.

Sitting on a table filled with many things
Is her pride and dignity by the lipstick
Holding in to her head, the hairbrush, eyes a blur,
Lukemia has taken over her.
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-Parquette-

It has four stanzas, each containing four lines.The first line of the poem is repeated in every stanza as the first line. Each line except the first has 10-12 syllables. The rhyme scheme is "AbcaAbcbAcbcAbcc"