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Lipstick Shears

Wipe away your MAC Impassioned
Love was not what you imagined.

Cream sheen or sheer,
Your love will not reappear.

Lipstick shears
Traces of blood
Lipstick smears
Colour undisturbed

A pop of coral
And pinkish delight
Full, warm or cold
It’s bright
Will see you through the night.

Pop it on
Straight from the bullet
Blot away shattered hopes
With the tissue you imprint
As you pull it.

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Writer, Blogger, Kate Bush Fanatic

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