Lipglossed lips,
so smooth they shine.
Pink Perfection;
these lips of mine.
So how can it be
from their beauty spills,
words that cause
so many ills?
Words of anger,
born from pain,
they just come tumbling
from my brain.
I think there's something
wrong in me.
Left broken,
-not that you could see.
Lipglossed lips,
with much to hide.
What dark perfection;
these lips of mine.
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