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By B.K. Date: 2024 Jul 29 Comment on this Work [[2024.07.29.14.51.2352]] |
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No matter how many Sunsets one has witnessed How many love songs heard The number of kisses kissed In a do not kiss world It is that joy of anticipation That great rush of senses Rendering us Temporarily senseless We the universal kiss junkies Will kiss till the last kiss kisses Till that last spark of light sparks That last note of music creates That last smile or tear Here is to that last person That says here's mud in your eye Now give us one last kiss In this mad rushed ravenous world I’ll be the kissy face love junkie The one with the puckered up lips In regal disguise I'll love all those kisses till the day that I die bk The twenty ninth of july twenty twenty four |