Taste like a smell,
Sight like a sound,
Feeling touch
So viscerally.
Sand in the sky,
Fire in my eye,
Tractor beam
Illusionary.
Pull from within,
Honestly sin,
Careless dream
Harsh reality.
A whisper so loud,
Out in a crowd,
Singular
Ceremony.
Come baby,
Come and find me.
My darkest hour
So blinding;
Reach out
Through trouble
Daunting.
Sensation desperation.
Hold me as if
We may never, ever
Meet again.
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