The Last KissA Poem by LizDesire like poison surging into my soul. Oh but to taste your sweet lips-alas, I find myself stymied, paralyzed as I meander along bereaved until the sun is vanquished burning a hole in my eyes for the last time. © 2010 LizReviews |
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