I want to paint

I want to paint a smooth strawberry filled cake devolving on my tongue like sugar in a nice hot cup of tea.

I want to paint the sensational strong smell of aftershave that dances around the whole house like when my dad is having a night out.

I want to paint the cool cotton wool clouds as I freely flouted though the sky like a bird gracefully.

I want to paint charming love bird singing in a tree.

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