Lipstick's Conclusion.
ItBegan with worn
Silver, a pearl-handled
Gun, and
Ended in a dried, tarnished tube
Of lipstick, aged, pigment melted-
Red-smudged carpet, rough,
Smelling like old cosmetics
And despair
Against
One cold cheek
Poetry by Inked.
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Written on 2005-11-13 at 05:06
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