Maelstrom by Scott Barnes
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A beautiful tempest of light and sound,
Cascading and swirling around,
Millions of points moving too quickly,
I can't even see the ground.
Torrents of sensations captivate,
Drawing me into the sea,
I'm losing sight of where I began,
And losing sight of me.
It's a wonderful place to visit,
I only wish I could get away,
This is my Eden, my home, and my prison,
My mind, and I'm here to stay.
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