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Ruby Lips

She pulled me in
with silver tongue
and ruby lips.
 
I dived into the depth of love,
and haven’t resurfaced.
 
Infatuation blooms,
flowering passion.
 
She no longer speaks in riddles,
her slick metal slur,
tarnished.
 
Love is quiet decay.

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