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/Wednesday Evening Sensory Inputs
Her smile might have hidden a fractured state, but the joy was feral.
Love by the gallon poured down her perfect touch.
Fresh flowers, a hint of caramel— lingering in the air she leaves.
I call her name, caught up in how sweet it sounds, it quickly turns to semantic satiation where nothing has meaning anymore.
Her kiss is flavorful.