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A shady room with white, blank walls -
Gauguin’s Tahiti paintings sauntering before my eyes.
A nurse unwrapping a sterile needle -
Vivaldi’s Spring enchanting my ears.
Three sharp pricks on my shivering arm -
Temporary tattoos on my skin.
Cotton wool soaked with spirits -
Miss Dior (limited edition) ravishing my nostrils.
Syrup, pills and all-saints-wrote tee -
Acacia honey cramming my mouth.
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