these crazy lips

unnerved, we kill ourselves with our own lips
lips, these crazy lips
not as red as the whispered voices of the dried up rivers
nor as pale as the reflection of the moon we drank by the river’s edge
hazy with smoke, wrapped in your name
these crazy lips

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