kiss me

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Kiss my heavy eyes of so much cried, for
just your kiss, it could be capable enough
to quench my gripped eyes by evil fire
and get 'em filled, with love and shine.

Kiss my mouth, — my lips are clutched and
they forgot the smile and word's sweetness;
with the serenity, they're gonna smile again
and fall in love with you, exactly like at first.

Kiss my brow as any miserable thought
and any kind of doubts to die, — bonus
to be for all my dreams, a revitalization
out of the spring, — for a new life...
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translation‧‧‧ ©α΅α΄Όα΅α΄Ό ↭ un p'tit je ne sais quoi ‧ chic… Γ  ma faΓ§on

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