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Aug 2018
In each kiss,
our lips invent a new language;
words spoken only between us.

Every dream
held and shared
in the touch of our tongues
are merged into one -- into us.

In each kiss.
Thomas Van Hare
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Thomas Van Hare  57/M/Sweden
(57/M/Sweden)   
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