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Never did I think I’d be satisfied.
There was a light reflecting on the many
mirrors of my life I didn’t choose.
I spent my time chasing the beam
blinding my voice and will – a false
promise of happiness shown in grey
screens which I’ve always stared at.
On a spring evening I cracked the reflection
and saw an orchard of plump, fleshy apricots.
How sweet!
The juices fell on the ground and coloured
the grass around my nude feet
there was a feeling of liberation in the fresh
breeze that took away my white cloth.
The last bite of apricot fell from my hands
in the sky a golden light and soft stars
led my sight to the broken mirror and I
looked back on a fragmented world but I didn’t care.
I was living in velvet and nature.
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