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I remember his kiss. It was purple and smelled like lavender. Even as it withered into the past its indistinct scent remained. His passion-soaked tongue became a fallen petal I watched float away into subdued memory, persistently resurfacing and touching dormant spaces inside. Remembrance at my doorstep, I am now no longer dormant or tamed. Leave me wild and wanting for a kiss.

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