Tasted like honey and hot cocoa
sugar and every sweet I know
Too far in to detect the ageusia
Everything sweet was actually bitter
Looked like fairies and mermaids and magic
Wondered why I was getting sick
Beyond my mind it was a warland
Couldn't see it from where I stand
Like the calm of rushing waters,
did the sound reverberate
Never stopped to think or to debate
And when I finally become deaf to the world
You yanked me from my fantasy and I was a dead girl
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Way of my soul || Poetry
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