Synesthesia
silky songs
from a young tailor
that sound smooth and strong
and caress like a savior-
its glimmer smells medicinal
as the musician’s instrument
reflects truths unconditional
and made lovely scents disorient
continuous crescendos
that tasted so sweet
because when concluded
made delicious treats
that pulled at his hand
with some lovely aroma
And his one-man band
formed a perfumed coma
and so decadent ensembles
revealed red confusion
and the taste of blood
let nonsensical fusions
conduct the final symphony
and destroy - death by entropy
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