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plastic

it comes in a pretty package, hard to resist the shiny cover;

why don't you open it?
go on, the paper cuts might fade.

pandora of dirty human secrets,
disgusting and brutal.

sweet tongues to her face, they sour behind her back,

secrets kept to her front, they spill when she turns.

the plastic smiles -

all for the sake of politeness,
all for the sake of recognition,
for red hearts on a picture.

one day kid, the pretending will wear you out,

the cold hard and shiny plasticity will tire you.

poor baby, lying awake at night,

you crave the real thing, don't you?

we all do, we all do ...