Layla Baker

You are the sound of a squish apple, In the see.

You are the smell of an sausage Dog,On an leed.

You are the taste of disgusted donut.

You are the memory of Hugging me.

You are  the feel of whet sand.

You are the sight of pees and qwate.

You are the end of a snappy  fite.

You are the