Glass lips

I remember the first kiss,
Cold and tasteless.
Just like his glass lips.
Not only did his glass lips kiss
They spoke.
That is something thing that I miss,
His glass lips speaking meaningless shit.
His words just as cold as his kiss,
Just as empty as his glass lips.
The ones I used to kiss

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