What I have seen mirrors your vision
Yellow digs deeper holes in these dark caves
What I have smelt trails behind your scent perception
Wine perfume sends this pulse to rage
What I have touched shadows your handled path
Balmy skin traces over this arctic core
What I have tasted imitates your palate last
Ginger pop travels backward to illness before
What I have heard contradicts your tall tale
Horrid
lips deceive; fail the naivety of these ears
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