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Much Better
You are in a trance
slowly going under
I'm not sure when
but you'll soon begin
to feel you are floating
Those lines
on your forehead
have all become
as faint as the distance
slipping away
They retreat into calmness
as you float
serenely
Looking down
you see the world below
It is burning
the jungles are in flames
Smoke
is rising
you taste it
tickling your nostrils
Automatically
and instinctively
you understand
what you must do
to help put out the fire
and you feel the urge
to pee . . .
A long
sweet
stream
of satisfying
pee
Ah, that's much better,
isn't it?
slowly going under
I'm not sure when
but you'll soon begin
to feel you are floating
Those lines
on your forehead
have all become
as faint as the distance
slipping away
They retreat into calmness
as you float
serenely
Looking down
you see the world below
It is burning
the jungles are in flames
Smoke
is rising
you taste it
tickling your nostrils
Automatically
and instinctively
you understand
what you must do
to help put out the fire
and you feel the urge
to pee . . .
A long
sweet
stream
of satisfying
pee
Ah, that's much better,
isn't it?
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