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Sep 2013
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Down to the ground
Surrounded in sound
A cocoon of love if you will
Swirling around
Caressing me ever so softly

The chill no longer lingers
As I lay and melt
Encased in woolen comforter goodness
Envisioning my dream in front my eyes
The adrenaline rushing
Blood pumping faster than life

In and out of my euphoric utopia
Senses heightened beyond reality
Is this even real?
Perhaps not
But then what...
Written by
Matt dos Santos
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