was this her usual colour
was the night planned out
have these forces drawn me
to
dance
once again

my brush was black
blue were her lips
we could taste
her
on
me
her
lips were blue

she danced for me
in princess shoes
buttons
on her
lips
were
blue

blew were her lips
on our last kiss
we
felt
her
sips


she drank from me
till her lips
we're
blue
?













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