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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
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Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 7:02 AM UTC
The Synesthesia Blues
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.
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aditya-roy
28/M/New Delhi, India
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 7:02 AM UTC
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