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Jan 2019
I see scarlet
When I hear the funeral trumpet
Now she is just a color

I hear Scarlet's cries
The love of my life
Murdered in cold blood
She was my wife

I have synesthesia
I see the blood
Imagining color is easier
For me

The blood has turned cold
But the color is warm
I feel blue when I think of her
And feel much warmer
Synesthesia is a perceptual phenomenon of simultaneous sensory stimulation.
Splashes of Surreal
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Splashes of Surreal  25/M/New Delhi, India
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