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This is about synesthesia, sort of! I'm in SPC (Scratch Poetry Camp) for May, and the theme was "colors", so I shared this! I wanted to write a poem about seeing colors, or (I think it's unofficially called) sound color (Someone just told me it's called chromesthesia. Thanks, @dolphin_spring_water (awesome user btw)!). I personally don't have sound color, but I've read a couple of books about people with it (Out of my Mind, a Mango-Shaped Space) and I think this is how it works. It's a bit short, but I hope you enjoy it anyways! Thanks, and bye!!!~ <3 Update: Added song: Music Box Dancer, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x8VMXJFl1CY (Honestly, this song gives me *feels.* I had a music box when I was *really* little, and I also did ballet, so this reminds me of my little self running and leaping and dancing everywhere I went.)
