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May 2016
What is reality?
I am a flower;
a beautiful, white-lipped daisy
Just unfurled into the world.
No rips, no tears.  Not yet.
People stroke my velvety petals carefully and cautiously,
Careful not to break me.  
Don't break me.
CRUSH ME.
I will just reform into a
****** white velvet mess in the dirt of stars.
surreal
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