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Stranger

There is a love I reminisce,
Like a seed
I have never sown.

Of the lips I am yet to kiss,
And eyes not meet
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.

*this is a cute poem by Lang leav*

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