Exquisite Red

A slight curl of those lips, like a part of her mouth had forgotten that he'd left.


​Don't look so glum This isn't a damn funeral The black just brings out my eyes Here, I brought you flowers Red roses to go with your white. But what, you seem unwell Won't you lie down for a minute In the back if you will; I'll drive  And what is this , you're hurt …

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