A Stranger

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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.

- Unknown

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