Published:  01:07 AM, 13 December 2018

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Trapped

Mahfuz Al-Hossain

I am trapped in your lovely lemon luscious lips like weird winter cracks;
I am glued to your grisly glittering lip gloss radiating lousy lunar sparks.

I've had a breezy baby bath from your rusty reddish residues of last sip;
I' ve just booked the soulful single seat left on bumpy wheels for a return trip.

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