New Word: The Sinusthesiast Takes A Bet - Poem by Douglas Scotney
A scent is red or yellow or blue,
and a perfume a mix of the three or two.
Out here in the garden,
with this particular green
a mix of honey yellow
and lapis lazuli sheer,
I'll take a bet
a butterfly bush
and jasmine are near.
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