|I became a flower after you left
Author: speakeasy-love PM
pillowbookRated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Chapters: 6 - Words: 311 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 09-05-09 - Published: 09-01-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2716312
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I can get more alcohol in me at once now.
I've learned to open my throat.
(all I had to do was swallow my tongue),
and it pored down.
I keep my barrowed time at the bottom of beer bottles.
(and I don't keep the bottles, I recycle them) and no,
that not a fucking metaphor, for anything.
because I'm always out of beer,
and I hate seeing empty bottles around my room.
(they go too fast.) but make time go so sloooooow.