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My senses

They flow with passion

They hear a whisper

See in the dark

Feel a tiny grain of sand in my shoe

Taste death

They smell darkness



I can feel your body inside me

I can hear you scream from inside

Your closet’s skeletons I see

I can taste the blood on your tongue

I can smell your lies.



My senses

They’re heat in the cold

I’m like a cat in heat

Hearing laughs

Tasting lips

Smelling your breath

Feeling it on my skin

Seeing your eyes

With no face



I can see beyond your pain

I can heal you with my touch

I can hear that you’re insane

I’ll sniff out your shadows

My kiss thinks you are alone much.