A Stranger

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,
my arms
that feel like home.

I wonder how it is I miss,
these things
I’ve never known.

– Lang Leav
Love and Misadventure

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