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The Kiss
 

Cursed by a kiss
From centuries gone.
Touched by the hand of love alone.
Holding the rose
So red and so soft,
Clutching at life so wantonly lost.
So fragile the rose
In the hands of the doomed.
So swift the kiss
Smearing the lips.
Fleeting the words
From the bloodstained tongue
Adrenalin rush
Humanity shattered
I gave
You took
Thatís all that matters

Janis August 2011