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Bamboozle

Seeing figures and shades that hint orange spirits. Orange wants to intermingle with other colors to make eerie paintings. It bamboozles me how individuals can sense paintings’ merits in a gallery. After the four glasses of chardonnay, I realize what everyone saw in paintings. The only quandary was now everything is moving. They say paintings make sense even down to every smudge. The men here look like wine waiters in their suits. I wear a button-down shirt. The women here in elegant dresses show their ego by the sapphire broaches and emerald earrings. I was not here for the art but to see how people alter appearances. A sonnet about people who transform exclusively for art is a luring theme.

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