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She was the sunrise,
A gentle touch,
A hand in mine.
She was the stars,
Freckled skin,
So soft and bold.
As deep as the oceans,
With hips as wide,
Comforting words,
Where sweetness lies.
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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...
