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Picture this
Florida, 2021
From the amount of masks that surround me
I wouldn’t even know if that was you
Other than of course,
Your sandy blonde hair
Your freckled face,
Scattered, as if the stars laid their hands upon you
Waiting for you to join them
I can’t wait to meet you
Finally see you
Without the barrier of an ocean
Without the static noises of calls
I get to hear you
Your voice,
Sweet as honey
As smooth as milk
Sweeping me off of my feet
I can’t wait to face you
Like a sunflower
With you as the sun
And I, the moon.