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Do you ever feel so full?
Filled with longing.
A longing for something you're unsure of,
Something you don't know.
Filled with idea that you're not meant to be here.
You're meant to be somewhere much nicer,
Much more beautiful.
Somewhere that tastes of honey and vodka.
That smells of cinnamon and vanilla.
That feels like a hug from someone you love.
I await the day I find it.
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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...
