The Kiss in my Pocket

Blow me kisses
One for my pocket
And one for my cheek
I’ll keep one for a long day
Or a cold October rain
Rub it on the ache
The one left
By my past mistakes
I’ll blow one back to you
Maybe it can be the super glue
That holds you close to me
So my lips can touch
Your rosy cheek
And be the kiss
It was meant to be

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