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Caresses are lost on the block of ice The weak heat of flesh Won't melt frozen water Love Hate Regret is the kiss on her dead lips

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Date: 12/13/2008 12:41:00 PM
Wow..this is a poem with a perfect title. Fridged kiss, on cold lips...what could be more final than that? ~ Well done. Carrie
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