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i'll trace the freckles
covering your face
gliding along them
with the tips of my lips

treating each individual sun speckle
like it is a checkpoint
of every kiss it took
to make you stay

from your cheeks
to across your nose
i'll create constellations
and under your eyes
bright stars I'll find
clustered together

like lovers might see
a winter's night sky.

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