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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.