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Feb 2017
i wish i could eat infrared
and taste its color scheme.
i wish i could hear flowers talk
and listen to their dreams.
i wish i could see time
before and after it occurs.
i wish i could touch space
and feel it's infinity.
but more than all of thisΒ Β 
that could ever be,
i wish that i could smell you
lying here with me.
sometimes, i really hate what writes itself.
Kevin
Written by
Kevin  somewhere in jersey
(somewhere in jersey)   
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   keaoss
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