I taste the ancient wells drunk by the people you have nurtured
Inside your pits and your metal caves
I smell your water
Water is life and we seek it like the meaning of family
Blood and veins run deep
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I traveled down winding ancients streets
The taste for adventure made me fearless
I smelled the Nena hotel in the middle of the ancient city
I sensed her hot flesh like a pantheon — I have taken before