Hiraeth 

I have a hiraeth. Your hands. 

My favourite feeling. 

Your fingerprints, stained my timid soul. 

Also my hands. 

Tried to wash you off. 

Wash off, the last vestiges of you. 

But ; I couldn’t. 

Because you’re my hiraeth, a home which maybe never was. 

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