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Ambrosia of Synaesthesia
Take my hand
Into the moon light
Where I will
Hold you
Just right
Whisper the
blues
in
azure
Caressing the skies of your eyes
To open into stars
For me trace
Like the contours of your face
Such a sight
Having
A
Taste
An ambrosia
Of
Synaesthesia
Into the moon light
Where I will
Hold you
Just right
Whisper the
blues
in
azure
Caressing the skies of your eyes
To open into stars
For me trace
Like the contours of your face
Such a sight
Having
A
Taste
An ambrosia
Of
Synaesthesia
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