Darkness has ripped a broken grip
Damp
The smell of tears the familiar fragrance
They dripped
Softness filled the air
Scared
I felt death in this unseen glair
The scent of pain scaled the room and left marks on walls trails bad trip mushrooms
And she blooms to blossom a radiance that only I can smell
And she scales a lingering musk that only she can smell
Searching through darkness for 22 years, I feel the sun only through my ears
Patterns unimagined, heart beating through me and so I feel life
Through my fingertips
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