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A kiss on the forehead—erases misery.

I kiss your forehead.
I kiss your forehead.
I kiss your forehead.
A kiss on the eyes—lifts sleeplessness.
A kiss on the eyes—lifts sleeplessness.
I kiss your eyes.
I kiss your eyes.
A kiss on the lips—is a drink of water.
A kiss on the lips—is a drink of water.
I kiss your lips. —Marina Tsvetaeva, translated by Ilya Kaminsky and Jean Valentine
I kiss your lips.
—Marina Tsvetaeva, translated by Ilya Kaminsky and Jean Valentine

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