Her Lips


Lips (Photo credit: Bibi)


They are full, her lips, and painted a tacky flamingo pink.
They are moving, her lips, and a river of nothing is flowing from them.
I loved them, her lips, once upon a time.
Now they are growing still, her lips.
I wipe the tacky flamingo off them before I leave.


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  1. My goodness, I do wonder what the story was … nicely done!


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