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 Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 11:43 am
Let me out!
Release me from this cardboard cage.
“Little Miss Perfect, She’ll make all your dreams come true.”
Let me out!
My plastic hands cannot pierce this prison.
Perfect plastic blonde on my perfect plastic shoulders.
Perfect plastic features painted with perfect make-up
On a perfect plastic hollow skull.
Perfect plastic breasts and legs dressed in miniature, harlot apparel.
“Buy me!”
Propaganda, isle 9.
Perfect toeless petit feet in little plastic shoes.
I am the Plastic Princess.
I am the Icon.
I am every little girl's dream.
Perfect tiny little waist, propped to whichever miniature item I come with.
My perfect male prince, a fake romance in Plastic Land.
The perfect little plastic couple.
Let me out of this goddamn box.
“Made of plastic, its fantastic”
I can no longer listen to those lies.
Let me out because
One day, you will aaache like I ache within this plastic.
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 4:41 am
Oh my god! I love this poem! whee Such "trueness" *shakes head at modelling companies*
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