Bliss.

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Finally.
Here I am, standing on the best days of my life.
The ones that fill my mind with lyrics of poetry.
The days that have my heart pounding with excitement,
speeding up in the thrill of my baby kissing my neck.
The days that have me racing down the interstate
like I'm chasing my California dream,
the wind tangling itself through my hair,
music blaring, screaming every line like it's written in my heart,
flying past a sky that looks like spilt paints of purples and pinks and baby blue over a perfect canvas.
Love is in the music moving through the summer air.
My smile feels like it's stretched for miles.
And, God, my head is stuck in daydreams of my lover.
The sunshine has left its marks on me
and so has his kiss.
This is it, life is truly full of bliss.

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