A gust of rapture

Green ridge stretching
The grey folds of my
Squishy ball. Itching
Reminiscences pry
Onto the apertures
Leading to blissful
Presence. Fractures
Of a small nestful
With happy textures
Reflecting the best, cool
Periods of my existence.

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