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Sweetest taste of tender lips,

pressed up and biting on mine.

Lets watch how the past slips,

allowing two hearts to entwine.

Its s magnetism that's felt,

teasingly attracts a battered heart.

Sometimes the cards we are dealt,

keeps true love apart.

Inside I hear sobbing,

and the wetness' of tears.

All the while time keeps robbing,

all the best of my remaining years.

*S*