I love the swooshing sound of paper
blown away by an unexpected wind
and the sigh, a moment after
when you move around your room
picking up sheet after sheet
now slightly crumpled,
and made more unique

I adore the crackling noise of a cigarette
the moment it’s tip meet a flame
and then they kiss
with such passion
there’s naught but a glow
and it’s so hot it’s smoking

I cherish the taste of fresh water
fresh, from a faucet
a drop on my tongue
and I can taste
I believe
... the whole world
at once

that is all

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