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May 2022
his eyes, so peaceful whenever he looks at me
his eyebrows, so thick
his hair, curly, but in a way that I like to caress it for life
his lips, so perfect for mine
his nose, the cutest I've seen

I want to remember each and every detail of your face,
every quirk that you make when you're either
happy, sad, annoyed, or confused,
I want all of them remembered at the back of my mind

that when someone asks my future,
that would be my explanation.
R
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   Khoisan and MuseumofMax
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