Synthetic Skies,
Studio Ghibli waterfalls,
Your mind is a part-time wonderland.

Corduroy brown,
Stained hands and cherry hair
A mind of overgrown sunflowers and weeds.

The scent of home,
Fresh laundry and a peculiarly shaped nose.

Chipped nails,
Decorated in a technicolor hue
A bouquet of freckles and scars
Waiting to mold into you.

The Alice to a detached wonderland
Sage is your softened face,
You remind me of lavender,
My favorite scent.

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