Her green plastic wateringcan for her fake chineserubberplant in the fake plastic earth. that she bought from a rubber man in a town full of rubber plans to get rid of itself,- it wears her out. she lives with a broken man, a cracked polystyreneman who just crumbles and burns. he used to do surgery for girls in the eighties but gravity always wins and it wears him out. She looks like the real thing. she tastes like the real thing, my fake plastic love. But i can't help the feeling. i could blow through the ceiling. if i just turn and run. and it wears me out.
If i could be who you wanted, all the time...
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My fake plastic love...
el tuyo es real de carne y hueso, y te quiereee y amaa.. el mío no existe.
Pegame O.O
O sea no tengo de que quejarme, pero era solo esa frase, Ana ctm, no siempre uno se siente realmente querido ... aunque lo sepa, no necesariamente lo recuerda todo el tiempo. Te quiero cesarea tu madre.
si te entiendo Sezarea tu madre
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