Posted on May 18, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
Ones that have touched me With a smile Soft and warm Lips that have spoken Of concerns, Straight talk heard The shape of a cry Salt river, running down To each end of your kiss Sternness crumpled up In a wrinkle…
Category: PoetryTags: Author, Lips, Love, Makeup, Poem, Poetry, Romance, Writer, Writing
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