His lips are cold, hands sheets of ice,
Frost bitten breath, minty in its flight heads towards mines
and I take in numbness impervious to death.
this kiss is neither bitter nor sour,
yet a sweet residue resides on my lips.
"As time passes by...
and I know all the years and the places
the fears the lonely places
the scars the broken hearts that made us who we are."
-Gavin McKee
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