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It has death in the title but I can't think of it
It has the glow of the moon but I can't see it
It has the rustle of the leaves but I can't hear it
It has the fragrence of roses but I can't smell it
It has the tartness of green apples but I can't taste it
It has the coldness of ice but I can't touch it

It has life in the name and I can't remember it
It has the shine of the sun and it's blinding me
It has the roaring of the wind, and it's deafening me
It has the scent of rain on the horizon, and it's drowning me
It has the taste of sugar and it's sickening me
It has the heat of fire and it's burning me

It stares me in the face as it runs away
It is burned into my memory as it fades from view
It screams at me as silence overtakes me
It flies through the air as it disapates
It burns and flows as it evaporates
It isn't physical as it leaves me numb

It exists
I see it
I hear it
I smell it
I taste it
I feel it

And I wish it would be reliable 
And I wish I could watch it
And I wish I could listen to it
And I wish I could breath it 
And I wish I could consume it
And I wish I could sense it

But when I try
It is invisible
It is mute
It is gone
It is tasteless
It is fragile

It is gone and I want it back
It is shadowed and I want it illuminated
It is silent and I want it declared
It is faded and I want it surrounding 
It is bland and I want it flavorful
It is aversive and I want to hold it

It is known
But I don't truly know it now

It is...

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