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Jul 2020
She used to touch my lips
and then come closer
to give me the perfect kiss

Kiss,
a sweet bond
which help me
to go beyond

beyond everything
I don't know
it is magic or something
but when she kisses
I literally stop thinking

She used to kiss me
when I felt sad
or when
everything is going bad

She kissed me in sadness
sometimes without any reason
or sometimes in madness

Her kiss
was joy giver
or sometimes
pain reliever

The kiss
her most beautiful skill
or a powerful love pill
I still miss
your perfect kiss.
Nothing to say about this poetry, do you remember your first kiss? one of the best feelings in the world.
Vatsal Santoki
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Vatsal Santoki  18/M/Ahmedabad
(18/M/Ahmedabad)   
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