State of Bliss

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The pitter patter of the drops against the roof
So soothing in its way
A melody that makes everything drift away
I can finally feel that little shred of tranquality
Spreading like a drug through my veins
Engulfing me completely
A state of bliss as I inhale deeply the petrichor

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