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To hold and be held,
Their warmth slowly soaking into you,
The feel of skin on skin.
You asked me to spend the day with you.
We went on a walk and ended up finding a field of flowers,
You let me braid your hair and we took photos in the sun.
I will always remember your soft freckles,
The way you smiled,
The way your eyes glimmered in excitement.
I will always remember you.
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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...
