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I can feel the heat on my cheek
from the last kiss I received.
I can taste her lipstick lingering from yesterday.
I can smell the venom in the words of a breakup text.
I can hear the sound of forgiveness reflecting you like the wrong side of a magnet.
I can see the monster I failed to before.

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