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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.