The Five Senses of Me

Talk to me like I’m glass

And you’re afraid to get cut

Touch me like I’m a corpse

And you can’t shake me awake

Listen like I’m a rerun

And give up before the punchline

Look at me like a sand castle

Fated from the beginning to drown

Taste me like I’m out of print

To gather dust and be forgotten


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