STRANGERS

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There is love i reminsce;
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 waist;
and arms,
that feel like home.

I wonder how it is i miss;
these things,
i've never known.

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