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My lips part

in anticipation of his Kiss,

As I walk to join him.

I do not fear.

I have awaited

this time for so long.

His eyes light up

as I draw near,

a grin appears

on his usually emotionless face.

I lift my tear stained face

to meet his,

Our lips touch,

His mouth is ice.



I exist no more.