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i miss her, poem, poet, poetry
We often sat across from each other engrossed and peaceful She was the most intelligent woman I have ever known She was beautiful, in an awkward way a bit too thin a little uncomfortable in her own skin straight, dirty blonde hair brushed her shoulders a hair tie dangled around her wrist dangled because of her thinness Her large eyes were the color of smoke grey and thick She was cognitively confident but physically terrified though she never allowed anyone to see that it was impossible to deny her vulnerability She was brilliant and talkative She said the most amazing things thoughts about Nietzsche, analyses based on Jung contemplations inspired by Whitman all embellished by her own ideas I swallowed every word she said I've never been so intellectually satiated We often sat across from each other engrossed and peaceful her face in a book mine in a notebook looking up now and then to express our thoughts corresponding perfectly with one another
Kindred spirits.
Absolutely :)
I am envious of this relationship.
Yeah, I loved this, it’s one of my favorite things to be able to do with someone, just to share silence and read together or I’ll write poetry in my notebook. It’s the purest contentment with someone’s company.
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Beautifully content after reading this one!
Aw well I’m glad ;)
She sounds rather sublime :)
Yeah she was, no doubt :)
…and I’m sure she still must be. She’s just not in my life anymore.
Very likely, she misses you too.
She probably thinks of me from time to time, I don’t know where she is anymore. Thank you :)
Wow! That’s one person I’d love to have a conversation with! Well…maybe just listen to ;)
Yeah, she got me kind of addicted to her, but I played it cool ;) She was a hard person to get close to.