Dead Doves

We kiss
but there's no heat.
We hug
only our bodies meet.

We talk
because they make us.
We laugh
so we don't fuss.

We touch
nothing is felt.
We sleep
the tensions melt.

We believe
what each other loves.
We live
flying as dead doves.





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