At heaven’s tears I am solely rinse
From the dirt filed my clothing
At waves' kiss my footprints
Won’t leave any tract and markings
My lips sore and bleed from the bite
Of earthly winter fleeting needs
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You just need a salve to ease those lips in pain! A heavenly kiss will return you to blissful completion. thunderingly good work here! I can feel the storm reaching for it's climatic fix! Smiling with a rainbow of applause Tai