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