I taste the past in his kiss. I taste apologies and regrets, questions without answers, the fine-grooved sense of time making me relax and tense up at the same time. Meaning doesn’t matter in this brief flash of touch. What this kiss means isn’t important. That it’s happening at all is.

-Julia Kent

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