Like someone coming out of a trance. Tie-dye pattern, white, blue and lime green hat. How I reached this seismic fashion statement, Known only to Gods and Prophets. Revelations they're not revealing. Noticed on the street. Pedestrians make way, doors held open, traffic stops. Café coffee refills, merely for a presence. 'Live' advertising, Eye-candy snagging passing trade. Little actual conversation so far, suspect due to shock. Mouths agape, inside empty car showroom caverns. Begging paws shaken, offered by upright sitting dogs. All this life I have felt desired, But now, I feel valued.
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