Words taste like cherries from your mouth to mine.
Nightmares smell like grass, freshly cut and screming its loss.
Your air feels like velvet, thick and soft.
Your skin always sings exuberantly. Happy being tied to your flesh, but always searching for more.
Your eyes write volumes when you think that no one is watching.
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