How happy you were when
I saw you inside that cabaret,
A stick of cigarette with fumes
as pallid as your lips,
You smeared the bottle
with your bloody red lipstick,
Candy bars and lollipops you love
to lick with a tongue
so faithful and young,
Oh, how he loved to see you being dumb-
A perfect asshole,
You were clothed with diamonds and pearls
but you look pathetic,
they were never lovely-
facade with rust underneath.
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6:15:00 PM |
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Our Poetry Session
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