first kiss
Alone she sits,
cold,
tired,
Turning blue with exhaustion struggling for survival,
Crisp sweat dripping like autumnal winds bliss.
Alone she sits,
naked,
apprehensive,
For the first time turning her head towards morning sun,
praying she's not too early for her first kiss.
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