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I woke up to find a lipstick print on my bathroom mirror. I wondered which color, which shade, which shape, would leave such an imprint. I wondered whose aunt, whose sister, whose mother, would leave such a gift. However way it ended up there, I’ll say this for sure: when I kissed the mirror, in return, my print wasn’t a match. (Whoever you are, I love you.)
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Jan 31, 2025
Jan 31, 2025 at 5:12 AM UTC
Guardian Angel
I woke up to find a lipstick print on my bathroom mirror. I wondered which color, which shade, which shape, would leave such an imprint. I wondered whose aunt, whose sister, whose mother, would leave such a gift. However way it ended up there, I’ll say this for sure: when I kissed the mirror, in return, my print wasn’t a match. (Whoever you are, I love you.)
this is a gift for my mother.
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27/F/Alaska
Jan 31, 2025
Jan 31, 2025 at 5:12 AM UTC
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