It is as if I have never kissed before, the truth of it off
my lips, thick as honey, much more sweet, lingering all this time later so, I
still taste it when it rains, a kiss I can't forget or relive as I stand on a
beach and stare out at the sea so remote, lost in the waves, being here but not
still in my head, where I was when it happened, a storm still raging inside of
me, making me wish again I might get back, only I am like a piece of driftwood
with no control over where I am or where I go only where I have been
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