I don't know why I dream in hues of Azteca but I do

I'm constantly in a blur going about my business that never closes

Never supposed to be that way

2, 4, 7...breathe

Those colors that you hand-picked before my eyes

Stop the pixie wheel

You drew deep from within a place that caused me to stand still

You my Azteca

I love those colors

Makes me smile and my heart glows

Within that instant I know it's where I want to be

The beauty has me awe struck

Certainly that isn't easy these days

I close my eyes to take it all in my temporary Zen

I inhale the colors

My Azteca has completely infused my thoughts

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