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You never touched her again — but your body didn’t accept that.
Static Kisses isn't a memory.
It’s a survival reflex. A nerve flare.
The body, refusing silence, rewrites the story:
a final kiss imagined mid-collapse,
a hallucination with heat and feedback.
She’s gone. But your skin still screams for her.
This isn’t what happened.
It’s what your hands invented to pretend it ended right.
→ One last kiss. Loud enough to forget she left without one.

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Recorded on skin. Played back through chaos.

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