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I could confess my love in a poem that bore my soul.
I could confess my troubles in pain soaked prose.
I could confess my most wondrous thoughts by composing symphonies using words.
Yet here i am, writing poetry on the sun and the moon.
Maybe i'm not ready to confess yet.
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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...
