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A schism of sensation
Fractures from within
Far beyond standard deviation
Making colors akin
To a myriad of scents.
Red, it smells of almond incense
Orange is chemical, synthetic
Yellow evokes Autumn’s breathe
Green of cedar, aromatic
In its release.
Blue, it smells of silken sheets
Violet strong like cloves
Black’s akin to decaying meats
White like lilac groves
swaying in the wind.
No way to rescind
the sensational culmination
that sweeps in like a whirlwind
and defies rationalization
of a synesthetic's mind.
About the Creator
Kelly Robertson
Wrangler of chaos. Creator of more. Writing whatever my heart desires, from fantasy to poetry and more!
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