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Familiar





Do you not see, the beautiful mess you've made of me?
I know not love other than what it's to be lost in you.

More often than not I find your smell lingering around like a ghost that wouldn't settle for anything less than a haunting. But my love, this ghost doesn't feel new. You never felt new, all this while. You're the strange familiar they talk about in great sorrows. And you're the feeling of moist eyes they talk about in utmost joy.

And baby, we've been through this, in over what feels like a million years and a thousand lifetimes. We've been through this all the same, only for me to find you. Just to, what seems like, stumbling upon you only with the feeling that we were meant to do so. Time and again.

I know not love other than what it's to be lost in you. To keep falling for you, everyday and every moment.
Do you not see, the beautiful mess you've made of me?


Until next time
Love,
- S

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