why when
                your lips
                seemed so
                certain
                as if
                when we
                kissed
                there was
                nothing
                that would
                ever
                tell us
                otherwise
                when really
                how it was
                was that you
                couldn't be
                ever less
                phased
                where as
                I couldn't
                tell who
                was who
                or where
                one of us
                ended

                                

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