Not synesthetic or on drugs, just listening

Focused in music
The sounds echo in my head
Like the cloud around a nucleus
Pulsing in shiny chimes
Where colorful shadows pass by
And I run my fingers through
Glossy paints all suspended
By some imagination
I never knew I used
Grappling at someone’s
Gift of insight
keeping us related
And you
You are
A beautiful existence
Do not waste yourself
With harm

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