A thousand years ago someone traced their finger down the hard line of your nose
A hundred years ago someone brushed their thumb over the softness of your eyelid
In the 30s someone lifted your gentle chin
Before written record someone stroked your sharp hip
And after you are dead someone will kiss your thin lips
You are loved, you are loved, you are loved
As you have always been
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Rielle Hein
I'm an amateur writer based out of BC, Canada, and I write loosely within the fantasy and science fiction genres, generally with an emphasis on queer people and stories. Any pronouns are fine!
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