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Senses
quiet noise,
perfect sound,
my decibels,
exceed limits.
vision sharp,
clear and plain,
right in front,
of my open eyes.
smell of God's,
sweet incense,
feel your nose,
full of oxygen.
taste the lips,
of beauty herself.
the sweet, the sour,
lick the heavens.
feel the skin,
of yours, your love,
smooth as silk,
on your imperfect body.
senses live,
so we can die,
the greatest,
of God's gifts.
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Senses
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