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Chapped Lips

8th March 2023

In the interim, the pause, in between,

when the frosty winds blow.

She is not the only casualty

in the infantry of life's playground.

Big red, trouty pout, Painful, raw.

Nadgering, like a dog, With a bone.

Saliva, Wet, licking the outline

Of her Chapped lips.

Like exaggerated lipstick.

Grazed angry red,

Raging colour of grasping

She 'can't leave them alone'.

Peeling, cracked and swollen.

This was originally written 27th September 2021 but edited for the year challenge

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