again, below

two last kisses

one for you

and one for me

but both for us

and none for naught

If feelings fade

our lips shall not

the skin of which

may twitch and rot

and speak of things one shouldn’t dare

or laugh it off in spite of fears

too young to know

too old to care

our lips will meet

again, below

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