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I want to be surrounded by neon colour and soft touches.
Float in the gentle lights,
Feel as they pull me into the comfy fall to nothingness,
Watch the blinking array of stars.
Her hands will touch my face,
Cupping my cheeks as she pulls me close,
A kiss on the lips so gentle I almost don't feel it.
If I close my eyes and concentrate hard enough I'm almost there.
Please, please let me go.
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
