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I met a man named (K) last night.
He lit a fire under my skin, then walked away. The fire still burns; it rages with him, and it rages without.
I got this feeling, low in my gut, like nothing I've ever experienced.
I don't know what that means.
All day, I could only think of him. So I fell asleep, and dreamed of him.
I can't forget his eyes. His lips. His hands.
But mostly his eyes. They haunt me like glass ghosts that sear my soul.
I hope I see him again.