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M A N I F E S T O

she stood in a field of flowers

golden, shining treasures, sparkling one by one and holding more than she could ever desire

their brilliant colors blinding her

and yet she had to choose

bending over to pluck them, one by one.

she stood in a field of flowers

breathing in the scent, a perfume

not as a hunter would, but as an aesthete

taking in the beauty and plucking it from the fresh dirt.

she stood in a field of flowers

touching the petals, smooth and unblemished

and more than anything

beautiful

and she wanted to keep them forever

and so she plucked them, one by one, and held them close to her heart.

R O L E

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F O R M

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