Imagery Poem as i step out into the MORNING air, i smell SOMETHING sweet in the air like a strong smell like it was being cooked, therefore it wasn't also had a bitter smell to it, but all at the same time it smelled great, the season was just great out side, the FLAK was as withe as CRYSTALS, the flak is so soft like a pillow, the taste of the incredible white flak is so MAGNIFICENT, every time i walk i here this soft layer just MELTING under my warm boot


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