My poem of different things by Samuel

You are the impossible smell of of sweaty dry socks.

You are a lonely, soulless star swirling through the void of space.

You are a soft swan as dreadful as a devil.

You are the impossibility of flameless fire.

You are a door bell ringing for attention.

You are a city as small as a cricket ball.

You are the sound of all life moving.

You are the memory of all happiness that has ever been.

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