Lips And What They Don'T Want You To See Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Lips And What They Don'T Want You To See



Lips.
How did they become as they are?
Ruby Red.
A heart once open.
Never shut.
Even if blue is as I last left it.
And last night is friday.
Lips before that become again.
Are best suited,
when early in the morning.
And a moan.
Any way the lips that I see through a crack.
Are differant looking lips.
The gloss perhaps.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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