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The kiss

I just stop.
Stop breathing.
Stop blinking.
Stop motion.

The second I did,
The sparks flew.
The sparks scattered.
The sparks jumped.

It's in the air.
I felt it.
I sensed it.
I saw it.

I can't believe,
I did it.
I risked it.
I dared it.

I just needed more.
I couldn't resist.





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