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Isabel Giacchino

She sees black. Black, but gradually spots of Calm color start to appear, Memories of the day with tints of Purple to accompany the scent Of rich, overwhelming, lavender on her tongue. Smooth silk draped across a drowsy body, A distorted reflection to her Buzzing mind. In the distance, she focuses instead on Sirens and Honey-colored jazz, creating a murky bubble of Noise-drowning thoughts.