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First Kiss A choir hymn, in unsynchronized breaths, you don't know what to do with your clumsy hands, and unknowningly flit past hundreds of my hidden scars. We are like two lemons, squeezed together for the last drop of juice, pretending not to notice imperfection's pulp and seed. Neither of us is aware, that at this exact moment, a war is being fought in Africa, a space shuttle orbits the earth, and the martyred souls of saints, who huddle together to watch us, politely palm their grins, laughing crazy. |
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