Trust Is A Delicate Cusp
Trust is a delicate cusp, unfamiliar when it comes to importing anything abhor, infringement spanned with sinful limbs, emphatically dim.
Bitter and resentful, a dismissed reservoir that disbursed in moot, once sham pruned, stamped to reenact the continuity that brings sadness in tact.
Appeal to enticement with sentences beyond broad insentience, abduct feelings from the omniscient.
Fluctuate in numbers that reverberate in thought reproduction, myopic under a sauna teeming with steams of li