June 9, 2012
By pk012 BRONZE, Newton, Massachusetts
pk012 BRONZE, Newton, Massachusetts
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Tainted crimson
It rolls down my peachy, soft philtrum
Penetrating upon my lip
Staining my taste buds
With a rusty, tarnished natural flavoring
Quicker than light,
I abscond the tissue
And push on the softest parts, as advised
Hoping that this innocent plague
Will come to an eternal halt--
Or at least until my day in the ring

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