SYNETHESIA ENGRAVED ON A DOORKNOB (Postcard Poetry)

You are the smell of a full moon over Babylon,

the taste of a credit card declined by an angel,

the sound of an idea not ripe enough to pick.

the look of a whisper overheard by the dying,

You are the feel of saxophones with reeds made of peaches.

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