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The Kiss 1859 Francesco Hayez
fleetingly lost in the moment
my finger tips barely touch you
though I'm enveloped
contained
wholly embraced
the power to stop you in your tracks
but not hold you there forever
wanting so completely
to be in a moment
the where from
to the where to
doesn't matter
I existed before
I'll exist again
an illusion of held safely
to just let go of all the forevers
an echo will always be here
some perfection, almost unreal
that can only ever be right then
am I there now or looking back?
or here knowing it can't last?
all thoughts are equally pained
the wasteland of no more
but it was
and I was
part of me always will be
maybe that's how forever
sometimes works
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