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Red Lipstick
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Poetry The shameful blames of a young patient
Admitted only from the stench of loneliness and sorrow
From the beggars change wilted inside his worn cap
When the night turned morning again without closing an eye
Hitchhiking through passing lanes, digging his graves early
But soon enough to know
Trenching through wilderness snow, covering the tracks beneath the moon’s howling glow
The shameful flame of a boy too young to remember
But old enough to never forget
Waiting for the bad guys to get caught
The red lipstick to smudge
The park gate to close for the night
And in the end I hope you can find me
