The new dream this year,
Scattered like the morning mist,
With my first stirring,
Leaving behind false feelings,
Like bloodstains left by kisses.
The new dream this year,
Scattered like the morning mist,
With my first stirring,
Leaving behind false feelings,
Like bloodstains left by kisses.
Discarded Recollections 
“Like bloodstains left by kisses.” – love this line
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You are too kind! I love the image of pain inflicted by lovely caresses. Just let me wallow in that all day.
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