with so many years, now, rested upon my body,
wish to be able to see, hear, touch, taste and
smell with the ends of the strands of the hair on
my arms.
when my eyesight has left me, i will be able to
see by the sound in mine ears, and if my taste
buds have left me, i wish to remember sweet and
sour, hot and cold, spicy and bland just by smell.
when the scent through my nasal membranes have
dissipated, then i shall sit alone, still in silence, feel
my heartbeat attending to all that no longer is with
me, in sensorial memories, of all that i once had,
especially, ~Love~
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