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A/N: I don't know what the form is called but it's a poem that goes like this:
If [blank] was a [color, taste, feeling, smell, sound] it would be [metaphor/simile].
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If emotion were a color,
it would be the brightness of flame, the darkness of night,
as soft as a breath of wind, as hard as bare rock.
If emotion were a taste
It would be chocolate and sugar and bitter herb.
If emotion were a feeling
it would be a strong wave in the ocean, dragging me down.
If emotion were a smell
it would be the flowers of my mothers garden: soft as a fallen petal, sharp as cactus thorns.
If emotion were a sound,
it would be the voice I thought I'd never hear again, dazzling as a star.
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