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Running in fantastic lines Agreeing with the magical future In the embrace of miraculous now We dream to heal Life will be wholesome again 
Tonight love speaks its magic  Surreal hands, poetic voice The cost of romance and opacity of intimacy. Fair legacies beyond impressions and fragrances 
She is beautiful  Like a mouse, her heart moves  With the window of her soul  open to Heaven’s skies    She is beautiful 
Feel the hidden Spaces between the lines/ Siente los espacios escondidos entre las palabras They are whispering the hidden secrets between your eyes/ Están susurando los secretos entre tus ojos  
The smell of ginger bread fills the kitchen with the heat of an oven reminding me I am home. Stepping outside is a shock wave of senses, the smell of snow in the air that the wind has left behind.
They know next to nothing  about my brand of  what they are guessing  about, possibly, though most acknowledge  it is strength.   The internet cannot explain to me 
The sun turned up the volume today, Now we're all covering our ears Call it summer Call it the humidity Call it nowhere's quiet enough,
I use every part of my senses when I'm with you: When I stare into your eyes, which shine brighter than any star When I touch you, feeling the warmness of your embrace When I kiss you,
one sense triggers another, and so they create   silky songs from a young tailor that sound smooth and strong and caress like a savior-
silky songs from a young tailor that sound smooth and strong and caress like a savior-   its glimmer smells medicinal as the musician’s instrument reflects truths unconditional
The body was four years old when it   lost its sense of touch because of all the hitting.   The body was eight years old when it   lost its sense of smell
Smaller and smaller they became The words on the pages lost to an abyss Each day weaker and weaker And the words vanish   But the colors stay The colors and the sound The sound and the colors
If This is what would be described as Love, Let me know that you see It. Only, see not only roses and a glass of champagne, instead Velvet-soft flickers of a name from time to time throughout the day,
O'er the mountain, Under gray sky,  An eagle calls, I hear his cry.    O'er the mountain,  Doves mourn and cry,  Sit and listen,  As they all sigh.   
The soft tender touch of a lover,The hushed whispers from one to another.The beauty of a now stranger lingers in your mind,The faint smell of Lilac lets you unwind.The taste of your tears cascading down your cheek,Her gentle kisses leave you weak.
I wonder what the first thing you touched was When you escaped the womb Besides your mother and father Any other family members Doctors and other trinkets that assist Or are given in the hospital  
I love the spring mornings, when the warm breeze kisses me as the stars are going to sleep  I get lost in the many melodies that the birds sing  I laugh at the way that the sun has to shine so brightly because it loves to be the center of attentio
Touch is a sense of teaching; Exploring the world. To know you're home. Defining your perception of "beauty". Making memories. To be exposed to what we call... ...Life... Living without this,
    I see you, when you see me I see trees dancing to the wind’s rhythm I see children making music in the park I see water moving down the mountain’s back
Forever crow another one Chips and chirps of unseen ones The voices I once heard begin to fade As the voices die down Mother nature begins to speak Her whispering soul flows through the trees
I live in an earthly purgatory But tonight I smelled rain amongst the brimstone I inhaled the scent of a coming cleansing Of liquid purity flooding down upon the fire   I reside in the depths of perdition
The ability of touch is AMAZING. In my eyes being able to feel the softness and roughness of an object is PRAISING. The extravagant foods are so TASTEFUL. 
The air hangs heavy in the room  And one can only feel the gloom As one sits there all alone As the storm goes on  
To see a place, to watch its people walk around with their Tesco bags and their baguettes and their pretty smiles is nice.   To hear a place, to listen to its birds
Eyes crawl all over the pla
Breath in that light summer breeze.
If you could hear the things I hear,
I’ve heard America’s laughter and see smiles on their face I’ve heard America’s words to others, a disgrace I’ve felt Americas sorrow and anger from their mothers I’ve seen America’s racism and how one can act toward others I’ve witnessed America
Your dear eyes reflect the beaches on which we could walk  A future that is glowing in your smile
I want to wake up to that smell of oil, warm and thick, softening me. As I inhale, it coats my insides in an understanding embrace. But smell never stays with you, only its memory.  I remember the voice that went past my eardrums.
It is dark here in my mind. There is nothingness all the time. My eyes stay shut, I can not see. I reach out for something, or am I hoping it will reach out for me? The smell of defeat and death lingers here.
he was a tidal wave,
I can taste it in the air.  Spicy, warm, and ready to melt in my mouth, It comes to me. 
It takes three weeks for all the skin cells on the human body to die and regenerate. Maybe that’s why I don’t miss you as much. The skin I live in now has never known you.
I know what you think of me, I don't care. You see who I am, you don't know. She really cares about me, she can't feel. He feels the way I feel, He doesn't hear.
Fireflies dance beneath the moonlight, Their little bulbs flashing bright. The crickets sing their favourite song, Encouraging me to sing along. The smell of flowers tints the air,
  I know not the day I woke to your trees up high. I know I was awake all along somewhere deep inside.  
The water. It crashes over perfectly glazed-over, deep grey sand gently-- striving not to crack the breathtaking surface of reflections. The sun. It sinks quietly into the majestic purple and nectarine colored sky like silk.
Sorry forBeing impulsive.A nasty blackSplattered to theSound of a brokenMe. Burnt trust,Rigid to touch.Sweet memoriesWon'tSet you free.
Because I've become a stranger to me And I wonder what you see When I'm not in your presence I promise you, life is just a game of would you rather But, there is something about those who can take your life away
They help and hinder us   Eyes Full of Wonder and Death   Nose Smells of aromas and avoid stenches   Ears Hears of Wisdom and Folly   Mouth
My reflectlion distorted by the cracks As I passed the entry way mirror Walking through the vacancy  My own footsteps echoed like thunder; I stop It's so quiet I could hear the dust Settling behind me
You gave in so easy to the thought of holding a strangers hand kissing in the rain and telling me about your life that you didn't notice I wouldn't be in it for long   And I gave in so easy to anything
Colors: I love them Yet it's something I'm afraid to wear   Vibrant and bright - saturation so high it calls to the eye Or dull and shadowed - strong and firm and filled with control
Lets go you and me, Let us Travel the dark roads for we could have eternity. The desert sands are dry and thus We shall be bonded by Love with certainty.
Swallow it, follow it Taste it, then touch See and listen Smell and find Move, stop, feel then realize Realize there are more than just senses and emotions Souls are in us waiting to be known
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