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I want to lay in a field of flowers with you.
I want to hold your hand and play with your fingers as we talk.
I want to point to clouds and tell you all the things they look like.
I want the sun to light up your eyes and I want to look in them, move your hair out of your face and count the freckles.
I want to run through the flowers with you, watch as pollen is thrown into the air, watch the specs glow in the setting sun.
I want to dip my feet in the river, watch as you swing on the old tire tied to the tree.
I want to have your head in my lap and play with your hair while we look at the stars.
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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...
