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Synesthesia

October 29, 2018
By hockey17 SILVER, Hartland, Wisconsin
hockey17 SILVER, Hartland, Wisconsin
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At the edge of silver is the smell of gold
A whisper looks like a mosquito quietly sucking your blood and leaving
At the top of tomorrow waits a new opportunity
If you look underneath peace, you might hear the smooth sound of ocean waves
A new idea feels like the you have the winning lottery ticket
When you tiptoe through the Valley of Happiness, you might find flowers
When you toss sadness to the wind, it returns as rain
At the center of boredom lies creativity



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