Passportless touch

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On the curvy meadows
The early dew no longer appeared
To camouflage his constant tears
Her scent is dripping onto him as mist oozing from an immortal memory
From his youthful whiskers
Grass crept inland, to undergrowth
To touch her kissless lips
Six feet or more below

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