I want to paint…

I want to paint the sound of a object plopping into water,                                                                                          I want to paint the smell of fresh berrys and cream like a cloud,                                                                              I want to paint the memory of my brothers cardboard cut out of him self,                                                             I want to paint the impossibility of gracefully dancing on the ice blue waves of the pacific ocean,                   I ant to paint the distance between the top of the head of the dream and my cozy comfy home.

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