Taste of home, slice of you, whatever you call it. Anyone knows it, the subjective feel of taste.
Flavour are the color of experience, we can feel taste, and we can taste experience.
You never thought you could do anything else, grind away and stay afloat. Suddenly you know you can. Nothing changed, you did.
She makes you forget things, you keep falling in and out of now, confused like a college freshman in an political debate.
You remember what's important, and it's to forget.
Keep looking for the opportunity, it will present itself to you soon, kemosabe.
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