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Kiss an old friend and be glad that he is

Kiss a grandpa and feel those whiskers of his

Kiss a baby and taste its innocence


A lover’s kiss is sweet and warm, an expression of caring

Not as in kissing a whore

Which is merely a means to an end


But if you are bewildered by the temporality of kisses such as these,

Kiss death and experience its permanence






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