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how do you know eyes you cant see?

how do you know the taste of lips that have not yet met yours?

how can you know a heart,

when its beating,

eighteen hundred and sixty one

kilometers

a w a y.

i don't know

i don't know how he knows my soul, when he hasn't seen the windows

or how the taste of his lips lingers on mine

when they haven't met

because there is

eighteen hundred and sixty one

kilometers

s e p a r a t i n g

two halves of the same whole

that's how it feels.

like i'm living incompletely because my heart isn't with me

and it's hard to breathe without my baby next to me

like a shell of a woman

when

my heart is

eighteen hundred and sixty one

kilometers

a w a y.

but not for much longer

five more days, five more nights

its like a kid running a race and the end is in sight

all of the longing, and all of the waiting

so many days

anticipating

it's like i'm going home

into his arms, so familiar to mine, and to my soul

what my eyes cannot know, my heart already does

its might sound crazy

but isn't this love?

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