Life
The kiss of death comes once we are born.
After the torn umbilical chord
and your mom kisses you on your forehead.
It marks your destiny for death.
Not too sure if that's what she meant
Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.
Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.
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