I found this poem online. It bought up a lot of old feelings about this guy I used to like/obsess over. I write poems sometimes but I think they suck.
That kiss was first, that kiss was last.
It doesn't matter much, it's just in the past
Then why do I care about him so much,
I just go on living missing his touch,
That touch so delicate, as if I were
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