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Kisses can be deadly...haven't you killed me yet?

Kissed In Vertigo
8 December
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This is the place inside where all good things die.
Sometimes you make me feel like a whore.

We make ourselves a place apart
Behind light words that tease and flout,
But oh, the agitated heart
Till someone really find us out

Tis pity if the case require
Or so we say that in the end
We speak the literal to inspire
The understanding of a friend

But with all, from babes that play
At hide-and-seek to God afar,
So all who hide too well away
Must speak and tell us where they are
-Robert Frost