I know time
doesn't exist
when I close my eyes
and feel every kiss
you've given me
on every
part of me:
from my forehead to
my toes,
from my fingertips
to my soul.
And I feel every kiss
you've yet to make
and they feel
more real,
more a part of me,
than my own skin
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