I feel like Micah was made to fit in my arms.
His eyes made to gaze into mine.
His hands made to rest on my chest as he sleeps.
His toes made for me to nibble on.
Not like Nate, no, he does not take Nate's place.
I feel like Micah has been with me a million years,
and I know him instinctually.
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