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  • Writer's pictureKyx

moon flavoured water

i have looked at your face for so long

it's left an imprint on my brain

like how the moon can shine for so long

the lake will acquire its taste

how did i get to be so lucky

i have a person whose absence i feel

like how thunder doesn't sound right

without raindrops tapping on the roof

the smell of you puts me at ease

one whiff of you and i know i'm home

freshly pressed linen flapping in the breeze

your embrace is a place i can call my own


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