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She is a moving brush across the canvas.
Watching as the paint glides,
Colours melting together as the image forms.
She is the smell of leather on a warm day.
I breathe it in as we hug,
The feel of the plaid top around her waist tickles against my skin.
She is a sunset in June.
Staying after school till the sky's blue is replaced with pink,
The clouds white replaced with a golden yellow.
She is the smell of coffee mixed with caramel.
A quick coffee run before sharing a joke with your friends round the table.
- She is the moments you take for granted.
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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...
