Tears from each eye, like lovers apart.
Break the shackles, and escape the prison of the eyes.
Plunging to their death in the hope of being together in that final moment.
travelling the long journey ending in their only embrace;
and then kiss ~
to become a memory of salt on sweet lips.
Or
caressing the cheeks to hold hands at the edge of the chin;
and then lean over ~
to rest in the bosom of the mother earth.

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