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Fragment 4:
The second kiss did happen. But not the way we had imagined. It was a combustion of textures, a dense foam that overtook us from within. He dissolved first: his outline lost its boundary. I held on a few seconds longer, just enough to watch my mouth begin speaking words I did not know. After that, there was no language. Only an ancient heat coming from somewhere further back than memory. He spoke to me without opening his mouth. I answered by shifting the direction of my blood.
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