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I lay with you in the field, our hands intertwined.
The stars are falling out the sky, fizzling out into nothingness and the smell of smoke fills the air.
There are tears, in my eyes and down your face.
This is it. The end.
'Do you think angels exist?' I whisper, hoping you can hear.
'I don't know, do you?' You turn to face me as I squeeze your hand.
My tears spill over as I turn to you.
'I hope so, will it hurt?'
'I don't know, what do you think?'
'I don't know.' 'I love you.'
'I love you too.'
There's a loud ringing sound before things are finally quiet again.
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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...
