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Oct 17
I long to see me
As you do,
Entirely foreign and
Mundanely beautiful.
I wish to trace
The curves of my lettering,
Attempting to decode
A message I have already
Memorized.
I have already unraveled
All of my mysteries but you
Still startle at each creak
Of the floor, each squeak
Of the door.
Nevertheless,
That elsewise wonder
Is only reserved for
Strangers.
Elsewise:

adj. struck by the poignant strangeness of other people's homes, which smell and feel so different than your ownβ€”seeing the details of their private living space, noticing their little daily rituals, the way they've arranged their things, the framed photos of people you'll never know.
Written by
Malia  16/F/Stuck in my home :p
(16/F/Stuck in my home :p)   
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