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Sep 2014
Ah, yes, I recognize this nightmarish place,
the place you kissed me for the first
time like I was something you could lose
in an instant.

And you kissed me even though
you claimed to have never done it
before,
and I guess they were right when they
said no one really knows how to kiss
during the aftershock;

And you are the aftershock
that never ceases to resound
loudly in my ears
like a nightmare that started
as a dream.

That's right, us.
We were a
storm
that
started with a wave.
Mia Barrat
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