This ain't the wine talking my friend,
It's just all me, in my realms and wonders
Crafted from the scratch,
Stories of love beheld
It ain't no spirit speaking my love
For all my spirits are vested
In you, in the deepest depths of yours
Kept in shadows unknown to the world above
Not a pint of high today my soul
For I have moved mountains, swam oceans
Looked up at the sky wondering of ours
Sparkles, miracles and even the debacles of ours
It's all but the man I am my one
I'm all that I have, to be brewed
In love and lust and inhibitions
In awe and dust and recreations.
Gracias,
Banker
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