Minute

She told me about a dream

Of glasses reflecting faces of people

That she never met

She put on her lipstick

Her lipstick was radioactive

Her poison to save self from

Dreaming too much

Oh was she scared to be there

Innocent face on a glass

A sheep in wolf’s skin

Glass melting washed away

Memories faces

As her lips were radiating

She stood on a hill of despair

A new evil child was born

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