Seeing your face would be the
same as Obama seeing Trump in office.
Hearing you would give me a lump
in the back of my throat as if someone had told me bad news.
Smelling you would turn my
stomach, reminding me of an odor of a food that once made me sick.
Embracing you would be the
equivalent of touching a cold cactus.
Kissing you would be like eating
a desert pepper, burning my mouth, leaving me gasping for air, bringing tears
to my eyes, because of the thought that I would never do
it again. 
That's pretty funny in a hostile sort of way.
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