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Synesthesia

by toothache

Did you know you sound blue That I feel yellow when you laugh That your small hums make the air orange Did you know your handwriting is pastel And the way you run your hands through your hair is aqua marine And the way you walk is every shade of neon Did you know that when you fidget I see sparks of silver And your smile is scarlet red And that when you look at me I feel violet in my finger tips Did you know that you are the number 7 Or that I smell amber when I read your name Or that I can't call you just one, Because every colour comes to mind Whenever I think of you
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Written by
toothache
21 / M31
Published
Sep 19, 2018
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1m
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#colours#synesthesia#you#description#yellow#blue#violet
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