There
When
You open
What you
Open, and
I see and I
Smell for my
Thirst to quell
And when I
Taste, you
Swell 'cause
You know
That is the
Place where
I dwell, be it
Heaven, be it
Hell....
I need to feel
Not tell, lest
You feel unwell
; -)
Does this all
Ring a bell..?
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