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Senses

I hear the quite things,
              The things you never say
That are meant for no one,

I see the small signs
              The ones you don’t mean to make
That aren’t meant for me,

I feel the soft air,
              That changes in you presence
That you never noticed,

I smell the fear,
               As it travels towards me
That you tried to hide,

I taste it all,
              Everything
As I walked away,

I lost control of my senses

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  • Goddess of illusion
    November 8

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    Beautiful, I wouldn't change anything in this, I thought it perfect... You are talented dear poet...

    Keep on penning with ink that never fades...

    illusion