I smell with one nose, an ancient black rose, a memory lingering, - TopicsExpress



          

I smell with one nose, an ancient black rose, a memory lingering, briefly exposed. I see with two eyes, through shadows and lies, a secret revealing, wrapped in disguise. I hear with my ears, three fallen tears, echoing softly, heightening my fears. I taste with my tongue, my panics begun, four sides enclosed, melding as one. I touch with my hands, a sinister plan, five fingers discerning where I do stand. I sense with my mind, a thought so unkind, Im trapped six feet under in a bottle of wine.
Posted on: Sat, 25 Jan 2014 23:55:14 +0000

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