red lipstick
(murder mystery or not? In Senryus)
She wore red lipstick,
so their first kiss would be like
classic cinema.
She got it on his
clothes, in case he was, you know,
married or something
“If I were rich I’d
collect beautiful things like
you.” (he'd said.. awkward?)
Her silence was the
most articulate thing that
he’d misread, so far.
He said “you’re so real,”
she thought, “Ok, I’m seen, he gets
that I am alive.”
She’d archived his chats
like something that might be proof
of a crime someday
.
.
A song for this:
work by no na
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