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Apr 2021
It was like the world’s
first thunderstorm
the rumbling began when
our hands touched

thunder,
like the **** he is,
pushed me to
reach in for a kiss,
and because of lightning’s
true nature,
he surprised me
because you kissed back

from that day on,
I’ve always been hoping
the rainbows never end
9/12/18
Written by
Ten Mercado  25/F
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