the merlot is drunk
swallowed every grape
chewed every seed
the lilacs
have given
what the give up
freely
aroma overload
aromatherapy
telling lies
just to be alone
what is the price for peace
of mind?
how do you spend
your time?
the high cost of
living
time well spent?
I languish
in the luxury
of my
imagination
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