I had an authentic morningIt was one of those moments
When I knew who was watching my life
I caressed the flowers on the table
I had no idea what they were
I knew of their beauty
But my mind spun in the vortex of their context
The colors were so indistinguishable and yet iridescent
What is this lack of definition
Yes I exist in this performance art
Yes I am part and parcel
Our fragrance is pungent with satiation
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