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plastic
It is
on the road of shaddows
that we walk
though the plastic citys
of our disigner thoughts
where in the end
we stand alone
with our children
without a home
on the road of shaddows
that we walk
though the plastic citys
of our disigner thoughts
where in the end
we stand alone
with our children
without a home
Published 16th Feb 2012
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17th Feb 2012 8:19am
Their is nothing more plastic than sex models and porn actresses ( the either have one line or just a moan ) I get your meaning. I just had to get that off my chest. Great write.
17th Feb 2012 1:06pm
