The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Alarm, if not smoke is there, anymore!

The ceiling fan orbiting, on and on
reminded after many spectacular nights,though,not this. 
Pulchritude perhaps begins before Paul care.

The window pen hardly opened these days.
reminded me, that I, will need to see before eyes gaze anymore.
Ponderance, perhaps nurture before a short story

The art piece, the paperweight or the color pencils too
skins often are preferable with peach color.
or a healing hand with a giggle almost gargling there.

"Whom, did you see in me? Your substantial one?"
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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