Your Lips


Your Lips Betray You

those pink things

which Speak to me

though You Remain Silent

 

the Corners pulled Down

You make no sound

Your Lips Scream

 

Pressed to a Thin Line

You are solomn

Your Lips Scold

 

Stretched High

You are quiet

You Lips Laugh

 

Those Pink Things

Your Lips

 
 
 

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