You are unreal.
You are textured colours, flavoured sounds,
You are music I can see,
Calm, quiet, flowing,
I feel if I touch you, you'll break
Into a million fragrant ripples
A million senses falling
Someplace I can't see.
What are you? Are you something else,
Behind that mask of yours?
Or are you just another word i can taste?
You are a waterfall, cascading down,
In square droplets,
Into the vessel of my body,
Filling me up,
Completing me.
-Synaesthesia-
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Contemplations of a Disturbed Soul
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