Chattering lips breaking the peace of the powdered face
Advice or lecture , we had a taste
Air so still yet breathing is silent
A chatter from the lip
we scribble and flip
Lipstick on the straw, oh, the straw I searched so furiously for
Eyes fixed on the half cup coke
The lower it goes
Playtime comes close
alas, no..no.. the cup got refilled to the brim,
i sighed, almost.
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