The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

I Am Your Shoulder

I am your shoulder
I am your comfortable shoulder
Your pillow to rest you’re head on
Yes, ooh yes, come to rest
You are welcome to cry
You are welcome to sneeze
You are welcome to let go
You are not crazy
Surrender your exhaustion off
Let the fatigue disappeared
Refresh up, your earn it
I am your shoulder, your comforter.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide
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