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The skin Folds The body Sags The soul Remains. She tasted Like candy. But she Looked like Plastic. Fix me Doctor. She said Those words, As she come Undone. She carved A mask Out of money, Out of misery. She kicked And screamed, At youths door. But it was gone. Her face was still, But her heart was broke. She looked like plastic.
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
Plastic
The skin Folds The body Sags The soul Remains. She tasted Like candy. But she Looked like Plastic. Fix me Doctor. She said Those words, As she come Undone. She carved A mask Out of money, Out of misery. She kicked And screamed, At youths door. But it was gone. Her face was still, But her heart was broke. She looked like plastic.
daniel-allinson
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
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