What does it feel like?
A heart breaking.
What does it sound like?
My soul, slipping from my skin.
What does it look like?
A world collapsing, inward.
What does it smell like?
The smoke of love set ablaze.
What does it taste like?
A thousand tears on the tip of my tongue.
-Bella Imperia
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