The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Tasting Petals

I'm tasting the petals and hymn.
It's hard to know where to begin.
Except when my brain falls out and my hate comes in.
I'm tasting the petals and hymn.

I'm tasting the petals and hymn.
I just don't know where to begin.
This time it's my hate that's out and my brain that's in.
I'm tasting the petals and hymn.

I'm tasting the petals and hymn.

I'm tasting the petals and hymn.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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