“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.”
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