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A sweet kiss

nestles upon my soul

I hold a tulip

under my nose

   sniffing

      the sweet fragrance

          of hope & despair

Baudelaire’s verse

invokes a smile

as the quintessential poison

   penetrates

       the darkness

Clearing sinus Clearing senses

Cultivating Satori

that I missed

due to lack of attention

   that remains unjustified.