Before you move
Your lips to speak,
To make me weak.
Before you turn,
Your eyes to close,
And let me kiss your nose.
Before you think,
Just sigh and breathe,
And cut me with your teeth.

Before the after,
Just the rain,
I’ll leave nothing but the pain.

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