You are

You are number 8 curving round for eternity and never coming to an end.
You are the impossibility of warm snow or cold lava.

You are the taste of a juicy peach, packed full of punch and flavour.

You are the smell of home made spaghetti bolognaise, steaming in the oven.

You are a sunny June day, with shining rays of sun all around.

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