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Disturbances

Melted red lipstick on a cracked platinum frame that
surrounds a dusty mirror in a room without a name.
I took you here, against the wall, with pain from shards
of broken glass and rocky terrain.

Escape is futile when you’re unashamed and bleeding
and laughing for a girl without a name.