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Bliss


Bliss,

Bliss is the first sip of coffee at dawn,

a spontaneous trip to a place like Milan,

Days spent relaxing on the beach,

a plump, juicy, orange Georgia peach,

Rainy days and cuddling on the sofa,

a summer day and a cool sip of soda,

an evening going out to eat,

spending the night in a hotel suite,

Giving someone a giant hug,

Sprawling out on a big fuzzy rug,

A warm, calming bath full of bubbles,

Eating an entire box of truffles,

A giant plate of warm comfort food,

All of these things can diminish my bad mood.

 
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