I was never plastic.
no barbies doll living fantasy.
more like her evil twin.
that lived in a world of lace and neon strobe lights.
that hit the body in the oh-so perfect way.
as she was groped by strangers.
and the vodka flavoured sweat ran down her not-so covered back.
she was a Glamour whore.
pink eyelashes.
and skirts so short you'd be amazed.
babe the only think fake about me.
was that smile.
-that was worn only around you-
A contest entry
- Calling All Dirty Pretty Dollies- I Need An Ap Family by Heartbeatsxfading.
300 points, ended August 2, 2007, 14 entries
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