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I want to be in a loose fitted dress.
White and billowing,
It's sleeves coming down to my wrists,
The hem at my ankles.
I want to feel the sun warm my face.
It's setting and the heat now is softer,
The light a dewy honey colour,
I've always preferred it like this.
I want to feel full.
So filled with thoughtless happiness,
So filled I know nothing else,
I want to feel healed.
With the grass and dirt under my feat,
I am happy.
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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...
