Red Lips
I don’t know her.
But after the third glass
She came close to my life
And bumped into the table.
Her fingers were cold -
Alcohol seized the place.
We were drunk
Between two bottles and a lighter.
Her red lips
Stained my new shirt
And the night mingled with chaos
And Tears.
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