The Kiss
Dry cracked lips mellow Sweet to the taste they grow
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Dry cracked lips mellow Sweet to the taste they grow
I know an empty bag will never stand upright, Neither will an empty stomach remain silent,
When the Lord calls me over, That my work on earth is over,
I keep my fingers on the pulse, For he is worth it ,
I'm about to faff about , But my ego won't allow
If they were to be given medals no one will meddle, For without them we would have death wished,
I can't measure against you, For you met with me when I was invisible.
KECHI THE POET Darling
*Untitled* Blessed are his looks
Hey hubby, hi. I don't know you yet.
Blue lights, Silent skies,
Kiss me with the kisses of your mouth, This is the voice almost in the air now.