Red
Lips like wine
Wrinkled for a second
pursed and intoxicating
darkness and drying machines
face down on the white metal surface
laughing
Giving a smirk
conversing through sight
because that girl doesn't know what she's talking about
Fill the goblet
to the Gothic brim
with Franzia and Coca Cola
My cup runneth over tonight
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