If I were to be stripped
bare
of all the things I've known,
Leave me
with clothes soaked
in the memory of a long hike,
A view of the horizon,
the kiss I stole from your lips,
and your gentle palm against mine.
bare
of all the things I've known,
Leave me
with clothes soaked
in the memory of a long hike,
A view of the horizon,
the kiss I stole from your lips,
and your gentle palm against mine.
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