The senses

You tasted like

Marigold fields
And the hum of white noise

You felt like

The afternoon on an autumn's day
Scholastic book fair
The local Pumpkin patch

You looked like

A flowing creek
The word on the tip of my tongue
And Freshly cut up fruit

You smelled like

Freedom. And art

You sounded like


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