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I want the city life.
I want to look out of my window and see a beautiful skyline,
To walk in the sea of a neon coloured highway,
To be so drowned in people that it doesn't matter what I'm doing.
The smell of coffee shops and old books,
The feel of computer keys and a heavy bag.
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Yet I also want to live in a rural town.
I want to look out my window to see open fields and woodlands,
To pick fresh berries that will stain my lips,
To befriend all the locals and be known about the town.
The smell of fresh baked tarts and cinnamon,
The feel of oversized jumpers and warm blankets.
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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...
