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The relaxing poem

I want to paint the taste of a mouth watering and magical hot chocolate as hot as the African sun slipping down my throat.

I want to paint the smell  of the warm ,welcoming smell of my Grandma’s house.

I want to paint the calm, comforting noise of a pencil scraping like a cat’s claws on  scratching post.

I want to paint the lantern filled Japan to the bitter , bitingly cold Atlantic ocean with the deepest depts.

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