Grove
Can I just be free
Instead of confined in a roof sea
I don't want to live indulgently
Just surrounded by the forest and trees
I long to hear to the howls
Instead of the feelings of being followed
I'd rather listen to breaking branches
Than breaking glass
A place where bliss can last
and sensations linger longer than a lightening strike
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