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It’s been one month, Two weeks, And three days Since I kissed you. Your taste, I’m no longer familiar with. Your smell, It makes me dizzy no more. What is left now? Just a memory. The problem with it? The longer I keep remembering, The harder it gets forgetting. I do wish, For one more kiss; For one more touch. Will I ever slip? It’s been one month, Two weeks, Three days… I’m just fine.