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Eva Ives

You are the sound of smooth music blowing threw the air.

You are  the smell of a peach still in the fruit bowl waiting to be eaten.

You are the taste of a sour lemon being tasted despitefully.

You are the memory of my great great grandma walking me threw the scary woods.

You are the feel of the air flowing threw my hair.

You are the sight of a ogre feeling ashamed of his mistakes.

You are the sound of a cat snoring curled up like a question mark.

You are the memory of my three year cousin picking out a tiny little teddy.

You are the end of a ice cube melting away.

You are the feel of a creepy gohst in the middle of the night.

You are the sight of a dalmatian munching on a bone in a amazing strawberry patch.

You are the taste of a chocolate cake wishing to be eaten.

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