Lilac
Lilac, my cousin told me, tastes like cheese, cold cheese mixed with ice cream,
Swan lake, that smells like coffee, always Starbucks, white mocha frappachino, always,
Apple pie, apple pie feels like a freshly bought tennis ball, at the very moment it connects with the strings,
suede, Suede is always a treat, it looks like turquoise, sometimes it looks murky green,
Tic tacs, they always just look like tic tacs, smell and taste like tic tacs, but sound like cymbals.
You, you smell like moss, and dusty books, and caramel, and something else I jut cannot tell.
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