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mikah Feb 2020
you placed one hand on my shoulder, then another
they lingered longer than they needed to
i still feel where they were.
a different sort of lookism.
mikah Feb 2020
my heart is beating out of my chest, overflowing with emotion
you have no idea how you make me feel
and yet this is the seventh poem i've written about you
mikah Feb 2020
you kissed me
over and over and over again
and i understand how people feel fireworks.

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