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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...