Everything · Poems

Sixth Sense

With every sound,
comes daggers to my ear.

With every touch,
comes daggers to my skin.

With every smell,
comes daggers to my nose.

With every look,
comes daggers to eyes.

With every taste,
comes daggers to my tongue.

With you,
comes daggers to my heart.

-A.M.

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