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Nov 2021
I stole the cup of coffee she had at a restaurant,
The edge is stained with her red lips,
The colour of the lipstick she wore.
Now I kiss her red lips etched on the cup,
Lightly and lovingly,
Oh! I would give anything to kiss those soft lips,
But for now, the cup will do.
8/11/2021
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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