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Last kiss

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Flower-Sis

Published: Nov 9, 2009

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In her eyes I can see she's barely alive.
On her lips I taste she's broken in a thousand pieces.
In her touches I can feel she wants me to save her.
I try.
I kiss her softly to tell her I'll always be here for her.

--

I know he can see I'm broken.
He knows I nearly die.
With every time I touch him I want him to save me.
I know he tries.
He kisses me softly and I know he'll never leave me.
It's all right.
I found my savior.
I found my rest.

--

Under my touch I feel her go.
I can't cry. Because she died with a smile.

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Written on the 9th of November, 2009.
Came to me yesterday, when I was trying to sleep. Didn't write it down then, that's why it isn't fully how I want it to be. But it's pretty the same.