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Fiction

When a poet
tries to tell you how he was feeling
while kissing for the first and only time
the woman of his dreams
and how the whole universe rested around them
all sounds coalesced
in an immeasurable cosmic heartbeat
and how he desperately tried
for years
to reproduce in his verses
at least a scrap of that beauty
as a gift to mankind

do not believe him:
that woman does exist
that kiss as well
and he was actually there
yet someone else was kissing her.