It’s the feeling. Deep inside that I am drowned into!
It’s the depth. Dug below that I am heaved into!
It’s the berth. Dark down that I am sunk into!
It’s the dark. Pitched back that I am blackened to!
It’s the phobia. Strongly seized that I am habituated to!
It’s the alcove. Beautifully woven that I am caught into!
It’s the catch. Stalwartly hold that I am secured onto!
It’s the cosset. Comfortably clutched that I am clanged onto!
It’s the crowd. Massively thronged that I am belonged to!
It’s the feel. Powerfully chained that I am reasoned to!
It’s the light. Brightly shone that I am adhered to!
It’s the rays. Elegantly scattered that I am bathed into!
It’s the ripples. Justly formed that I am drunk into!
It’s the hands. Trustily held that I am linked with!
It’s the faces. Pleasantly smiled that I am welcomed to!
It’s the life. Blessedly bestowed that I am lived to!
It’s the cycle. Justified by me that I am circled in it!
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