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kiss trip

The kiss on my lips, sends me on trips, to dreams with you. You are awake.

You are struggling to sleep, I'm here to keep, In your dreams I 'm here to take.

With feelings so strong, scared to step a foot wrong, Showing a hint of who i can be.

But the leaves start to wilt, into the river like silt.

Washed into the open sea.

◄ Quiet Tongue

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