mia's gorne

my unsteady hand to the small of your back
a sweet kiss on your lips
finger cupped faces, foreheads rest at peace
words barely spoken, tears fall to no sound
skin presses to flesh, a rightly sly smile
nervous eyes dart but always return
water drops slide
now longing and pain wrath vengance
on innocent lives paths that crossed

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