i can make one bottle of beer last hours
From cold to lukewarm
My ass 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.
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Right now, I want to be buried in a house of lavenders.