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Invited to survey my every sense,
I felt a twinge of warning in my spine,
the fire on my left, and no offense
received or sent to others. Peace was mine,
and music was the rain – a bit intense
and coursing down the glass, to intertwine
apuddle on a threshold freshly sealed.
I felt protected, rested, limber, healed.

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