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isn't she lovely
caustic
My front door is magic
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Passing through it
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    I find
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my skin crystallizes
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becomes a glossy shade of
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    perfect peach
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my smile stretches to just
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this side of coy
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my hair falls in one
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    silky sheet
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and my eyes glaze over as
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my brain ceases its incessant whirring
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I slip my feet into tracks
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that fix my in front of my desk
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    just before
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my joints stiffen
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I stare unblinking
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at my computer screen
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    for hours
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a model student while the
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last echoes of half-hearted protest
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drain from my new plastic mind
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Picture Perfect
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    Barbie Dream Death
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24 Feb 07

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