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There was something so different about kissing a woman;
Her lips were softer, hair longer; passions
Are overwhelmingly intertwined, much like
Your bodies were at that moment.
You think about her, and all you see is the
Color red; not because of her toxicity
But because of her love, its rarity made
You crave it all the more, wanting to please her.
But there is also isolation in kissing a woman;
Knowing exactly how it feels is torture, as her
Abandonment leaves you so broken and alone
That you wonder if the last year was worth it.
You approach other women with caution, feeling
A twinge of emptiness in your heart all day. And
Soon she’ll only haunt you at night, as you wake up
Holding some memory in the absence of her body.
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Nice work