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a soft sort of feeling

beholds me

as i lie

in your arms


who needs oxygen, 

i think

i could just breathe you in

for all of eternity 

and again


i have to leave

but still i stay here

forever safe inside

the cocoon 

of you and i 

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date written: october 28, 2023

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