No Sense
The light of the moon, and the darkness.
The heat from the sun, and the lack of it.
The sound of the rain, and the quiet it creates.
The taste of cool water, and the blandness.
The scent of lonliness, and the pungency.
The touch from those hands, and the obsession.
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