where i go to find peace
follow the slow pace of the streams
a buzzing sort of harmony
as i lay my hair locks
in the silkiest of dreams
feel you caress my cheecks
and cover every peice of me
its suprisingly euphoric
physchadelic
let me melt into you
drown in the palette of your eyes
we'll let everything be good
for a little while
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