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You are the lip shade,That I’ve heard rave reviews about from my girlfriends.Toxic.Seductive.Ruthless.And Vain.Deeper scars in my bralette with each piercing.Your poetry, still stuck on my lips,Like the remains of a cold blooded ashtray.You came, calm-quite-deep, you conquered.Next to the coffee mug, a blue noteCold and harsh like morning drizzle,With a lonely goodbye.I lay on my bedroom floor,Re-reading it,As the words unreadable, with blood from my handsmudging it all.What if.