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Locked Lips (and not the fun kind)
The slanted light
from your canted eyes
remind my sight
of untimely demise
words never tasted
by lips of blue
time always wasted
of similar hue
I think its a dream
yet know its a lie
I wish I could scream
yet wouldnt dare try
for the dark keeps secrets
truly unknown
supping some regrets
a fate not yet shown
replaying memories
etched in the dirt
come in to dinner, please
drink in the hrut
thats been brought to bear
by wriggling tongue
try not to stare
at the recipient stung.
