Sleepless Love
J
James McLain
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Between your open lips,
In love I kiss.
Each day and night,
Outside, it's growing wet.
Oh, Sleepless night's,
And falling, the soft rain.
Run's down the center
Of your lip's.
I kiss them dry.
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