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Synaesthesia
I can taste the colours of your kiss
Fiery crimsons bursting throughÂ
Mellow yellows
Exploding into sweet tangelo
Cool blues
Turning violet
As my senses play this quiet duet
I hear music when you touch me
Bass lines throbbing alongside
Exotic rhythms
Tumbling into trembling strings
Soaring voices
Dulcet tones
Within your music my body groans
I can smell flowers in your words
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Monday 21st March 2016 8:54 am

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