I lay ecstatic in bed,
A warm rush of blood,
My eyelids tread softly and slowly.

Sensations unknown,
I smile inside of me.

My mind baffled, your meticulous assemblance,
I sympathize myself.
Cognizant I walk into an intricate maze.

Futile these thoughts may be,
I've woven a web which might not exist,
And all these words in vain I wrote

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