Friday, January 14, 2011

Dead Kisses

The city is littered with dead kisses
by trees, walls, park benches
coffee shops are filled with them
they are rolling in the streets
they tackle my feet as I walk by
places where we planted them
upon each other.
curiously, the kisses remain there,
as if dropped, unnoticed
slipped from our lips to the ground,
leaving traces of moments past.

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