Demand for Muddled Senses

Listen to her smile
Look at her sighs
Taste her fears
Touch her words
Smell her thoughts
Feel her being
.
Her smile speaks
Her sighs have colour
Her fears are bland
Her words are wax
Her thoughts like smoke
Her entire being….
Is different.

And it demands to be felt differently.

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