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Mar 2019
There is 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,
and arms that feel like home.
I wonder how it is I miss,
these things I've never known.
Harley David
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Harley David  22/M/Philippines
(22/M/Philippines)   
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