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May 2019
It's slow and underlying
It's so little that
you could miss it with a blink
It's so soft that
you could barely feel it

It exists there as part of you now.
It is in your being.
This love you feel,

it's the kind you can't live without.
It's the kind that doesn't show itself.

It's invisible. It's there.
At some point, it becomes routine
Written by
Zeynep Çiçek  19/Gender Nonconforming/Turkey
(19/Gender Nonconforming/Turkey)   
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