The glass clinks
A stack of highballs lean like the drunk next to me
Red faced, nose as hard as the oak bar he’s been drinking at his whole life
He sinks into a bourbon, gurgling
"God must be a woman, because life is a *****
Well, **** Tennyson. I'd rather never loved at all.
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 7:15 PM UTC
The glass clinks
A stack of highballs lean like the drunk next to me
Red faced, nose as hard as the oak bar he’s been drinking at his whole life
He sinks into a bourbon, gurgling
"God must be a woman, because life is a *****
Well, **** Tennyson. I'd rather never loved at all.
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