My soul
longs for one
that I
have not met before.
I’ll know him
by the way his skin
feels like home,
his eyes
look like trust,
and his mouth
tastes like freedom.
My soul
longs for one
that I
have not met before.
I’ll know him
by the way his skin
feels like home,
his eyes
look like trust,
and his mouth
tastes like freedom.
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