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My mind felt foggy and so I let it be foggy. 
Wobbly knees were sleepwalking, but they're waking up slowly. 
Examine fuzzy petals, pale hands play teleology. 
The light scent of dust, what a perfect way to wake me. 
But my mind stays dreamy - it has always had this tendency. 
So I'll spend all my days watching yours dance beautifully.