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There is always a first time.
There is always a never.

There are routes.
And there is the end of the trip.

I like flavours more than Sound, touch, looks or scents.

I’ve thought of it again.
A sickness.
Looking for the treatment.

Take a bite.

Coincidently there is a religion that used the taste as a means to show weakness, pleasure and curiosity.
Using an apple.
Might be an underlying cause for my obsession with taste.
What would have happened if she bit her self instead of the apple.

I’ve tasted my self.
You’ve tasted me too if you are reading this.
Have you tasted your self?