Senses
I know what you think of me,
I don't care.
You see who I am,
you don't know.
She really cares about me,
she can't feel.
He feels the way I feel,
He doesn't hear.
They hear what I can hear,
They will never taste.
We can taste the same thing,
We don't smell the same smell.
I can smell everything,
I don't know why.
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