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Jiggling Jelly

I want to paint the taste of jiggling jelly swimming down my throat like an Olympic swimmer.

I want to paint the smell of a fire burning away in a dusted up fireplace from ancient Benin.

I want to paint the sound of monochrome magpies tweeting away in the deep blue sky.

I want to paint the memory of the first time I held my baby sister in hospital.

I want to paint the impossibility of 300 magnets jumping over the rocky moon.

I want to paint the distance between Earth and Mars.

Jiggling Jelly

I want to paint the taste of jiggling jelly swimming down my throat like an Olympic swimmer.

I want to paint the smell of a fire burning away in a dusted up fireplace from ancient Benin.

I want to paint the sound of monochrome magpies tweeting away in the deep blue sky.

I want to paint the memory of the first time I held my baby sister in hospital.

I want to paint the impossibility of 300 magnets jumping over the rocky moon.

I want to paint the distance between Earth and Mars.