Red Lipstick by Jessica Bozek Red Lipstick, Wrapped around cigerettes. Estinguished in an Ashtray Burial. Meaningless Words, Empty Thoughts. Red Lipstick, Waiting for a ride, to a place filled with lifeless conversation. Cars pass, but do not stop and look at the Red Lipstick Waiting for a ride. Jessica M. Bozek copyright c2002 Jessica M. Bozek |
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