one last grain
one tick, one beat
the countdown slid
to zero, we
turned and missed
our chance
for our last kiss
last year, our first
for this
this year I won't commit
to change or quit
or do a thing except
just making up that difference
and kissing you each
chance I get
upon your lips
I am resolved
so I will shave
my prickly chin
to keep your skin
unscuffed, unscratched
with kisses cool
inflamed within
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