Smiling faces dance around my head
Bearing gifts I somehow wish I could receive
Packages wrapped in a thin layer of silk,
Hovering inches from my face
A presence foreign to my conscious mind
A force so pure and untouchable
Yet undeniably wicked
What I would do to know their secret...
Each time I ask, the answer is but a slight nod
And on a good day, I catch a glimpse of sadness in their eyes
Such a brief, yet satisfying elation
But in an instant, they're beaming at me once more
And I find myself face-down in a sea of rose petals,
Oblivious to its loveliness
Forever blinded by my own

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