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Monday, June 2, 2008

Red Gunk by the Kids in Room 2


Whenever I smell lipstick
I think about my auntie
It reminds me of the time
I went to her wedding when I was three
The edge of her glass was smeared with red
I was scared of spilling the flower petals
so I squeezed the basket until my hands were sweaty

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