mannequin
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We're space-candy mannequins,
just suckers for human sin.
Count to three, it's a jawbreaker world;
only sweet until it's gone
and you're left with that ache in the maw.
I'm a space-candy mannequin,
If I caught a glimpse of beauty there,
it was in the plastic waistlines
of perfect posing bodies,
headless, yet still all I aspired--
still more desirable than I could ever wish to be.
