synesthesia is her name
she can hear orange, yellow and red
she sees melodies playing in the air
synesthesia is her name
she sees the world in new ways
her normal is our unusual
she can feel numbers
synesthesia is her game
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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