Kiss me 'til I don't know who I am anymore.
So I forget that I feel empty sometimes.
So I don't have a chance to worry how inadequate I am,
or if I love you or not,
or where this is going.
Kiss me so that all I know is lips on my lips,
your hand on my cheek,
the darkness inside my eyelids,
and the beat of my heart.
Stop thinking.
Just kiss me.
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