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She tasted like peaches and cream,
Her kisses soft and sweet.
Her skin felt like velvet as it moved against my own.
Her hair tickled as it fell from her ponytail.
Her voice so smooth as the room filled with noise.
She tasted like peach and cream,
So sweet it rot my teeth.
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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...
