Senses

The stale taste of metal fills my mouth
As I walk into the crowded room
The smell of cigarette smoke is almost suffocating.
The pulsating rhythm makes my skin move.
The sound of his voice, whispering in my ear,
The endless stars, so cold and eternal
Feed my imagination for days.

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