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First Kiss
Your lips on mine, wet in the cold rain / With the rolling thunder, bright flashes came / The flashes, I thought, spelled your name, / And after that first kiss nothing was ever the same
Never Mine
The digger man spread his arms and shrieked at the fiery sun, his torrents of emotions rippling the horizon until your waning form quivered into obscurity and then disappeared completely.
