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i can make one bottle of beer last hours From cold to lukewarm My *** settling into a state of what I call Perma buzzed Wussy sip after wussy sip Perplexed looks and slights from friends It serves me right to drink so slow, Evading the glass bottle bottom but I guess I want to be able to hold onto something so much, It warms up to me and serves me well. ~ Right now, I want to be buried in a house of lavenders.
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Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
Lavender
i can make one bottle of beer last hours From cold to lukewarm My *** settling into a state of what I call Perma buzzed Wussy sip after wussy sip Perplexed looks and slights from friends It serves me right to drink so slow, Evading the glass bottle bottom but I guess I want to be able to hold onto something so much, It warms up to me and serves me well. ~ Right now, I want to be buried in a house of lavenders.
nairi
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Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
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