Flaco

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I dare you to see
Not with your naked eyes
Dare you to hear
Not with your mortal ears

Dare you to speak
Not with your visible tongue
Dare you to smell
Not with your real nose

Your soul, your spirit
Sees, hears, smells, feels
Not normally
But with purpose

A/N: the moon from here is so beautiful

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