Comments: It reminds me of a Holywood star for some reason, but that's not what its meant to be. Inspired by that (crazy)song of Kyo's where thetitle is Sukaporutoruno "Kiyomizudera type"...the little pervert.

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Plastic Trees

She lives with the plastic trees

That provide her with nothing but

Inorganic peace and air.

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Says a prayer to the idol on her wall

Then walks a mile till she reaches something

That must be regret.

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But maybe she’s reminiscing on a time that’s bruised.

Abiotic life the inky hint of dusk.

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So she enters the starlit doorway

And is no longer a lamb to the slaughter,

Moves from sheep skin to wolf.

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She’s as green and as watered as they allow plastic trees to be

Just roll on that sable strip, that catches every dimple,

Every wet parting crease.

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Darling you’ll be nothing more than discarded metaplasia,

Despite all the gold covered feces you’re fed,

But they are stars so full of hope that they’ve wasted away

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And the exhibitionist desire that overflows

Your cherry red lips form into a different pattern,

It’s possible that all the synthetic material will grow as you learn.

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For the time being this scientist will order his concrete greenhouse

In the way it should proceed.

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…Ravage those blossoms on plastic trees.

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A/N: Once again thanks to all the reviewers past, present, and future.