painting my senses

I would like to paint the ferocious   fiery smell of petrol which reminds me of my old motor bike when I used to ride it down my street.

I would like to  paint the beautiful majestic dimensions as I teleport through them while my eyes widen off the glorious sights.

I would like to paint the sweet ring of an ice cream truck.

I would like to paint when my Birthday was on Easter I was so happy when my parents revealed my delicious eggs and my exotic presents.

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