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Things that i miss:
- the way her cheeks flush when I told her she looked good today.
- The way her hair felt like thread as it wove through my fingers.
- The feel of her skin under my finger tips as I dragged patterns across her arms
- The sparkle in her eyes when she was about to do something silly
- The way her lips always tasted of strawberries
I miss basking in the sunlight with you, I miss your golden hair in the breeze, the way your eyes were smiling, the way your freckles were out that summers day
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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...
