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Synesthesia

May 9, 2018
By caoabc17 GOLD, Nashotah, Wisconsin
caoabc17 GOLD, Nashotah, Wisconsin
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The swirl of loneliness sounds like the howl of a winter's storm. 

Unrelenting. 

Unforgiving. 

Snow up to my waist...

but the sun comes out, it's bright light smells like freshly-baked cookies. 

Hope.

Warmth. 

Both are a strawberry shade of pink. 



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