OUT OF REACH
 
Lipstick stained, empty Jug
Her flock, her friends dispersed
This attitude, could not care less
A prentend she'd well rehearsed
Into the bog, blind advance
Unto a sticky end
Hem seams of sleeplessness
Where true love ne'er crept, my friend

10/40 Challenge - Advance – Bog - Crept – Flock - Grit - Hem – Jug - Lipstick – Pretend – Sticky

By DANTE

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