
Crown of florets, keep company with antennation that might tickle away meditation.
While some abstain from forehead’s ground, mindful breaths in-breathe as bouquets abound.
“Will peace be bugged or will bugs be peaced?” ponders by aporia comforter of leaves.
Ever impinging will be itches to life’s calm, but avow each sense with embrace for an ever balm. ; )
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