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I can't live without the constellations

In his eyes.

Or the way his chest moves

When he sighs.

I can't live without the sunshine

In his laugh.

Or the weight in his feet

From the past.

I can't live without his fingers

Around my own.

Or the way I fall into his arms,

I am home.

This poem is about: 
Me

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