I still think of your colored lips and the way the stand out the most in the sepia room with no windows and no doors.
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I Was She
Poetry[Complete] A series of poems and short stories tell the sad tale of a breakup, of rejection, and of finding new love. From losing her soulmate to learning to see the world from a different perspective, M.A. Rivers writes down every last feeling that...
Lips
I still think of your colored lips and the way the stand out the most in the sepia room with no windows and no doors.
