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Mar 2014
On the first night that I met you, I went to sleep trying to remember your face, but I could not make it out.
The only thing, the only feature that came so vividly to my mind were your lips, beautiful as they are, like I know you are.
*Lips that kiss my soul
They are the lips I wish to kiss
Your lips,
So warm that melt my own
Lips that whisper to my ear
The lips I want to hear
Your lips,
Lips with which I fall in love
The lips worth dying for

This is part of a poem that I'm trying to work on right now. Do you think "lips" get too repetitive? I don;t like that last line. I may end up changing it.
-Thanks =)
OVC
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OVC  New Jersey
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