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Fragment 3:
When I first drew near, I felt something tear in the air. Not inside me. In the air. As if the world itself realized that this encounter was never meant to happen. He held galaxies where others have a face. I came stained with smoke, memories clinging to my skin. We didn't touch. The intention was enough. An invisible fissure cut through us, and everything turned red, black, spiral. The kiss never landed, yet it left a scar.
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