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I hear the rings of trees
When I look into your eyes
I taste Harlem Shake and history
Whenever our lips touch
I feel every shade of gold and glory
When your name slides through my ears
My nose knows you're near
Because you smell like how the blood of Ancients tastes
Visions appear to me in symphonies
Whenever my tongue writes music beneath our sheets
There are 6 senses known to me
Infinitely presented in the braille upon your skin
copyright 2017
John LaMar
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