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I had a dream,
I stood on the bridge; behind the metal netting with my angel wings on.
You were besides me with horns atop your head, your hand in mine.
We stood silently looking down at the cars that whizzed past, I wonder what they would have thought if they saw us up there.
I remember turning to see you looking at me already,
Hair flowing past your face with a small smile,
I had always felt it should be you donning the wings while I the horns.
I remember riding the bus with you that night, all the way until they stopped running,
We were out of town but we didn't mind.
Walking until our feet's ached and we found somewhere safe.
A small field I had no idea where.
We lay under the stars, no words spoken.
I woke up with tears in my eyes, I miss 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...
