Picking apart measures of adjacent melodies,
sorting though them in lackadaisical efforts.
Following every note through mazes of intellect,
wallowing in their magnificent feelings of well-
being.
Walking along as twilight gathers over my
subconsciousness, safely holding me, keeping me
from fear and frightening dispositions.
Loving the feelings covering my mind and heart
with exquisite tenderness and gentle love.
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