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[saturnangel587]

Earlier--
During an evening of poetry and caffeine,
A kindly bit ot feeling crept onto my lips;
The unkindly pressure of an absent kiss.

If--
Hard enough--
I make pretend your lips are kissing mine,
It makes the pressure worth enduring.

Alas, for me--
Though try I have--
That pretending doesn't make it vanish
Like phantoms at dawn,
Or smoke above a morning fire.