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Rainbow Lips
She was like a poem
few could understand,
an ocean hidden in a drawer
with a white winter freeze,
a blue summer breeze…
A yellow autumn leaf…
And a white withering rose...
From a late green spring…
He was a travelling pawn…
Confused within a wild roundabout...
Like frenzied carmine
searching for her rainbow lips…
She was a like poem
few could und...
Monday 28th May 2018 11:15 pm
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