Not a kiss;
not a touch;
not a whisper.
The feelings of solitude
are as profound as love.
They both fill you up
to the point of vomiting.
They may also be
replaced as quickly
as the wink of an eye.
Not a kiss;
not a touch;
not a whisper.
Nothing.
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Showing posts with label kiss. Show all posts
Sunday, August 30, 2009
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