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To
The love that got away,
Im glad we had our sweet moments, tinted in yellow and gold.
I'm happy I got to see how your name tasted in my mouth.
Thank you for letting me play with your hair as you fell asleep; and smell your perfume as we would hug.
I grateful for the feelings I'd get when we got to spend time together.
I'm glad I got to spend that time with you.
From,
The girl in art class.
P.S: i still think of you from time to time.
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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...
