The Adventure Never Leaves your Spirit

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

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