The weather is dryer than our last conversation,
But I can still feel a rainstorm thrashing down my contoured cheeks.All of the regrets I have
left my face streaked in black residue.Lipstick stained bottles,
and my lips were still less faded than I was.I could see my breath,
but my breath was still less clouded than
my mind was.-Oh, mistakes.
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