B-You-Tiful
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The scent of lavender
lavishly roams in my nose
but it is just imagination.
The touch of the softest grass
grasps and tickles my toes
but it is only imagination
A sip of superbly brewed coffee
cozily entices my taste buds
but it is in my imagination
The most sweet tunes of a flute
flush my inner ear with sweetness
but it is just in my imagination
Then, I look at you,
b-you-tiful as ever;
it is real
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