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There and Now

I miss the comfort of his good nights


I miss the folds on his bottom lip


I miss the knowledge of his voice


But I’m not there anymore.

Now, I stare at two piercing blue iris

that warm me with welcomed hugs.

I’m swayed by a foreign larynx box, and

        learn the creases of a new orbicularis oculi.


I pin myself into the new


Do I dare?

I love you

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