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Spread thin like the last of the jelly on toast, but without that sweet taste fermenting grapes leave. I know my little vial of color will reach into the miniscule cracks of her lips and be wasted on some chunk of meat with $50. Still, at least there is a chance my red bitterness will be left on the lips of someone who actually cares.
She paid half price for me in a closeout bin...all she could afford this week. Funny how everything about someone is sucked into the chemicals in a lipstick once we touch the lips. Oh the stories we could tell, given the chance.
The horrors we see....the love we pass along.
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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