Vaccine


I stand to stage her urge to go away
But hold her ruby crested soap in lip lock
My cigarette, My first and final breath
addictive coffee tainted kiss and lip gloss

Be my vaccine
The stain between my dreams
On your knees till I cant take no more

Your fever is spent
Your makeup clumps again
Conversations will you take me whole

She may maintain the means to run away
But touched her ashy soggy skin with sipped shots
Runny makeup, no need to cover up
Sweaty lock up on the hold and gun shots

Makeup peels
In stringy red high heels
Got the needle scars to take her home

Your fever is spent
Your makeup clumps again
Conversations will you take me whole

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