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Feb 2018
there is so much left to explore.
there are so many maps that you
have not even opened.

so many
roads that you do not
know the names of. do not
know the taste of their asphalt.

so many late night gas stations
open roads truck stops static-y radios.
there are so many miles on my body
your mouth has yet to kiss.

there are so many mountains i know
that your shaky knees shall conquer,
so much music i am waiting to hear
from your lips.

what do you think
of overthrowing the oceans,
what do you think of jawline kisses
and driving past graveyards ghost towns
and where your grandparents used to live.
there is so much left to see.

you have so many lovers that
you have yet to meet their skin.
hold on a little longer, my darling,
we can take our time. we could take
all the time in the world.
we could have had it.
(but, we didn't.)
Written by
mari  22/F/canada
(22/F/canada)   
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