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they were made out of plasticine and I was hungry enough to call it skin
They were made out of Plasticine
with smiles pressed into places
with soft, fragile thumbs
and laughter frozen in places
I’d never get to hear
their hands were warm
if I wrapped them up in blankets
and held them while having meals
that were cooked in cheap microwaves
I know
I always knew
that their love isn’t real
and I’m not okay
but fake love
has never sounded this perfect
they were made out of Plasticine
and I was hungry enough to call it skin
hungry enough to pretend their heartbeat
wasn’t me fidgeting in bed
I’ll spend years
convincing that their imitation is enough
and that their reflection will keep me company
if I beg hard enough
one day their echo will answer back
and they would become something tangible
with skin soft enough for me to love
but sometimes I think
that it’s okay if they were artificial
because to me
they were kinder than most people