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 Mar 2018 wm poetry
left unsung
Kiss me under the moonlight
like how you did last night.

Kiss me one more time,
in between those sweet, assuring smiles.

Kiss me again, for I've forgotten
how your lips tasted and how it felt like.

Kiss me again. It'll  be perfect,
for I am not dreaming this time.

— The End —