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Marrisa

I see the bowl.

I smell it.

I eat the cookie.

I taste it.

Green raindrops are falling on my head.

I laugh.

I cover the carb.

I inhale the smoke.

These noises

are smelly.

These voices

taste bad.

Senses

out of wack.

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