Published: 22 Feb 2018 › Updated: 22 Feb 2018
life kiss desolate love
declare myself defeated, without overcoming
is to see in my hand, handcuffed.
Kiss kisses of god. A breath.
You owe my life Sip Without hurting
You pull my roots, you raise my death,
A flower of lips and then pampering,
The breeze and the roses with your kisses.
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