Senses (From my novel: Lotus' Story)

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Poem


I see roses I see colors.

I see locus girls like black vultures.


I smell Mama's fried chicken I smell drama upon association.

I smell llamas spitting facts or lies upon fornication.


I taste distaste I taste nostalgia.

I taste the embrace of true beings of myalgia.


I feel like a princess I feel like a queen.

I feel good vibrations when men tell me they love me.


I hear you though,

I hear you.


Though I don't believe you

I hear you.


I sense,

You.

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