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Lipstick on the edge of midnight. Cognac tinted secrets lie to you, or down with you. Words hang motionless, floating on first impressions.
Being what the moment lacks, forget me nots argue with pillow talk.
2 o'clock in the morning, selective amnesia sits cross-legged, running her fingers through last night. EZ terms, transparent kisses, temporary sincerity provide mood music for the games people play. Touching glasses mesmerized. Breast to chest between heartbeats, borrowed emotions based on mechanical motions.. This is for those who sleep alone....
