There’s a BEGINNING and END to every story.

 a pair of lips
to a pocket watch
against the backdrop
of a mountain
on a tree trunk
and draped 
 over a bench 

until a passerby
with nothing to do
or lose
kissed them
at noon
glossed them
at 4 
pouted them
at 8
by midnight
already starving
devoured them

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