I feel strangely detached today,
As if my sensations where those of someone else, describing it to me through imperfect metaphors.
I eat a strawberry and want to enjoy the flavor,
But just a second later, the taste has already faded away into oblivion.
Remaining is just the fact, that I am sure of having just eaten a strawberry
Along with the slowly decomposing strawberry stem.
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