So Lipstick Doesn't Really Taste That Good When It's Lingering

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By Tim Pozzi

your dorm room is empty again but your sentiment lingers, even when you've gone to bed. in another boy's skin. another choice to win the night and kill the day before it begins. wanton triggers, setting off the bombs that stay under the covers, at least a little longer. your fresh face looks downward, a coward with complex disguises; all of them at once reprising their eager roles in everyone's lives.

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