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Wine Tasting Notes
I smell with one nose, an ancient black rose, a memory lingering, briefly exposed.
I see with two eyes, through shadows and lies, a secret revealing, wrapped in disguise.
I hear with my ears, three fallen tears, echoing softly, heightening my fears.
I taste with my tongue, my panics begun, four sides enclosed, melding as one.
I touch with my hands, a sinister plan, five fingers discerning where I do stand.
I sense with my mind, a thought so unkind, I'm trapped six feet under in a bottle of wine.
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