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What is this warmth surrounding my bones
Aching from the silence. Soft, and fuzzy, It blankets my cheeks. Accompanied by a soothing breeze Which swallows my guilt. And orchestrates the grass as that of a harp. The smooth music plays Goosebumps shoot across my arms. I smile as the warmth soaks in.
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