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Nov 2010
Since you cannot be here in
My waking state, in my dreams
You do appear.

Perhaps you’re slightly taller
Than I recall. Yet my hand still
Fits perfectly within yours.

But one thing is never
Right. The most important
Thing. Our kiss. Not just
Yours or mine, but ours.

Too much or too little
Of something it always
Happens to be. Never
Good enough.

So I must wait until
We meet again to
Share the perfection
That is our
Kiss.
Kimberle Killips
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Kimberle Killips
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