Relax, It’s Only Permanent

A cigarette kiss left red lipstick with an imprint of your thin lips on a spotless thought, a reminder of your sweet face. Cracks of imperfection settled in with a wink and a nod, robbing conversations over coffee. Held hostage by our insatiable need to taste each other forever.

(© 2022 AC)

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