Colors, Conversations, And Simmering Invitations

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I can see sounds.
I can smell colors.
I can hear the conversations
That sounds like invitations
To freeing emancipations.

Although I see sounds.
Although I smell colors.
I wonder,
Oh, how I wonder,
Will I remember this sunder
On the day I pretend to wander? 

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