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My Death

Slowly part,
my lips cooling in the soft breeze.
Your eyes flutter open,
blue and bright.
And you smile,
such a warm and inviting smile.
Taking me in your arms, so warm and tight.
You lean me back into your lap,
and bend down to kiss me again.
I feel as if I could hold onto this moment
forever.
For I fear that when you let me go,
it will be the last first time we ever have.
Kisses are birth,
and kisses are death.
When I kiss you,
I cannot seem to catch my breath,
but our kisses,
well,
they always feel like death.



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