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He Who Kissed Me a Thousand Times 
I have never been here before 
Will I ever return? 
As my mouth opened ever so slightly 
For love my heart does truly yearn 
But the punctuation at the end of a sentence 
Is missing 
It is gone, no conclusion 
Like spitting in the wind, it has slapped me 
In the face 
Reality scorns, fantasy adorns 
Lines have blurred in the heat of the morning 
And I sit here, confused and dazed 
No closure, class adjourned 
Homework has taken its space 
What did I learn? What should have I learned? 
The pursuit is greater than the catch? 
Leaving me helpless and subdued 
And insane, above all the rest?