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I'm in love with the idea of divinity.
The feel of the golden sunrise on my skin makes me feel so close, the taste of honey on toast feels even closer.
But so does her golden hair and hazel eyes. When she smooths down my eyebrows or breaths on my neck, I feel oh so holy.
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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...
