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A final kiss.
Upon your genital lips.
It feels like a perfect fit.

This is the end.
A period at the end that I don't want to place.
Grammar is not my best,
It gives me ill rest.

I am not ready to end this sentence.
If it is a line of poetry or a stay in a prison of love
I have no idea.
What ever it is I'm still not ready to let it go.
I hold on as long as I can,
I suppose its the best plan...