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I lay in a bed with soft cotton sheets,
They're thin yet the summer heat warms me.
The balcony door is open,
The curtains blowing in the soft breeze.
The early morning sun makes our room glow,
A singular beam lighting up the dust in the air,
It looks like glitter.
I can't tell if you're the glitter like dust, the beam of golden light or the comfort of the room.
All I know is I want you to stay.
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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...
