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May 2018
I remember that day, yes.
The very first moment I laid eyes on you.
You were stunning, something about you was just different.
I had no choice but to talk to you.
And look at us now -- separated but still together,
miles away but still connected.
The chakra that comes off of you is most reflected in love --
but I saw that coming.
Oh, my beautiful Mari.
You are my best friend, my confidant, my go-to-gal.
One day.
I will see those eyes of your again.
I will feel that heartbeat again.
I will kiss you, something I regret not doing.
You will see me again.
Whether it be a minute or a year from now,
I will be there.
Hold on, love.
I'm coming home.
This is actually more of a story -- no, letter -- than a poem, but what the hell, right?
Jácquêline Lewis
Written by
Jácquêline Lewis  14/MTF/Racine, WI
(14/MTF/Racine, WI)   
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       ---, Lily, eric calabrese and Jey Blu
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