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You where made for the gentle light of the orange sun,
To feel the tickle of grass on bare feet and wet mud between your toes.
Yet, all you got was the harsh glow of a blue neon sign,
The harsh pavement as you rush to your next class.
I can't help but wonder if you're meant to be here.
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YOU ARE READING
~ 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...
