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A stranger
There is a love I reminisce,
like a seed
I've never sown.
Of lips that I am yet to kiss,
and eyes not met
my own.
Hands that wrap around my wrists,
and arms
that feel like home.
I wonder how it is I miss
these things
I've never known.
© well_wisher
like a seed
I've never sown.
Of lips that I am yet to kiss,
and eyes not met
my own.
Hands that wrap around my wrists,
and arms
that feel like home.
I wonder how it is I miss
these things
I've never known.
© well_wisher
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