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A Lipstick on the Floor

 

A lipstick lied alone on the mezzanine floor
A piece of heart left in the closed-door
Rain came with clouds and thunder
All buried anger became bitter

Please don't call me, you said
Rushing to pack all memories left
You put them on your backpack and flee to elevator
Not all. There is still a lipstick on the floor

I still felt it sweping my lips
As sweet as grapes pruned on summer winds
I glided it across my lips and gown
In the mirror I just saw a sad clown

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