There is a love I reminisce,
like a
seed
I've
neversown.
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.
-Lang Leave-
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