Five Senses Poem - Time

October 28, 2010
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Time is the color of a black hole.
It sounds like a ticking time bomb.
It tastes like a poison that wants your mind.
It smells like rotten milk.
The sight of it is like seeing an old woman cross a road.
Time feels like it doesn't go fast enough, but goes too slow.





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