The wine just as cold as the breeze, utterly improbable freeze going on all of the way outside
Peering hardcore over rigidly inept and juvenile shoulders
Slip-slide, let these each and every contrary dialogues envelope us whole
When a pool of problems need to dwindle all of its own oh so rigorous at first accord
Before our crush-thirst took right over
Fast-forward in time and we’re barely sober, knowing full well what we might just need to do
Few and far chances left inbetween these pirouette days of ours

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