Where do i go? Immersed in sounds Phonons of particles tickles my neurons and my feet.
Rain pours outside. Warm in a blanket. Warmed by the sound. I drift off to twilight sleep music becomes, florescent green with patterns of blue velvet. That wind up tickling my feet.
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a poeeem.
Where do i go?
Immersed in sounds
Phonons of particles tickles
my neurons and my feet.
Rain pours outside.
Warm in a blanket.
Warmed by the sound.
I drift off to twilight sleep
music becomes, florescent
green with patterns of blue
velvet. That wind up tickling
my feet.
Anon- I can honestly say that I've never received a comment in the form of a poem! Thank you very much!!
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