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I stood watching as the fickle finger of fate pointed you out in the crowd, her mouth curving into a smile.
'That one.'
She pulled me over to you as our eyes locked, I gave a shy smile as I tried to swallow my fear. Time moved so slow yet so fast, before I knew it we were face to face.
'Hey it's nice to meet 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...
