The kissing is different,
your touching no longer warms my
cold or
cools my hot.
Compliments sound better
coming from the mouths of
strangers and some even
look better, though you used to be
the most beautiful man.
Something in the air or perhaps,
something in our love
has begun to unravel, having us
show ourselves as people
that the other no longer cares to
care for.
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