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Oct 2021
And as a tongue lifts,
The words in between lips form:
As for a moment; do our lies last,
In endurance of our forever,
Do all truthful lips reside:

As I did taste a sense of deceit,
At a touch of lips when we kissed:

Perhaps this is why our love was but a moment.
Odd Odyssey Poet
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Odd Odyssey Poet  25/M/Zimbabwe
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