on August 8, 2017 August 8, 2017 thin lips in Poetry by Soulcruzer Share Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Her paper thin lips formed prayers to a broken slice of lemon drizzle cake. Share this:FacebookXLike this:Like Loading... Share This Previous Post← Do you have a bad boss? Do you have a bad boss? Next PostRinse and repeat → Rinse and repeat You May Also Like Poetry Prose Poem One of these seconds View Post Poetry in a view that looks the same View Post Poetry Come out View Post Poetry existence View Post Poetry Reminisced View Post Blog Poetry her destructive rage View Post