::Bashi Qu::

There’s a place worst than hell
And that is heaven gone sour…

I touched briefly upon your lips
My fingertips were cold
But that silent moment
Warmed my heart

Had it ever occured to you
My words are always muted
When I watch you pass by?
I guess not….

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