Today, it came to me
Like a slow descending mist
I am the kiss you no longer miss
You can go days, even weeks
Without whispering my name upon your lips.
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Author:
Clara Ipsum (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Today may not seem like a good one
Many more better to come
Keep writing
"Like a slow descending mist
I am the kiss you no longer miss"... This went well with my morning coffee!!
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