Synthesia
I am notA huge fan
Of my name
But I swear
When you whisper it
While we lay together
I can see the most beautiful reds and golds
As though Van Gogh
Painted it himself
I hear a symphony playing
As every syllable
Falls from your mouth
Racing off into to the universe
I can feel the warmth of your love
As your breath wraps around me
Embracing me
I was never
A huge fan
Of my name
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