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I Kiss You Anyway

Poem (Canso): 

My breath smells bad
My jawline hurts
I'm bleeding now
in fits and spurts

My knees are sore
my hair's astray

Are you done yet?
I kiss you anyway.

You work so hard
for the ones you love
with sweaty brow
and dirty glove

so your knees stay sore
and your hair's astray
so what's your point?
I kiss you anyway.