Bottle AcheA Poem by I Am SvetlanaLife driven by alcohol.
Thankfully,
we wasted time gulping whiskey from shot glasses. If we happen to get drunk, let's go looking for frogs at the pond. The vision is still clear. It still hurts a bit. It's unrealistic... how we had such plans, yet we're still humans living today due to our constant ache for a bottle which always welcomed us with an unsealed cap. © 2016 I Am Svetlana |
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Added on November 4, 2016Last Updated on November 4, 2016 AuthorI Am SvetlanaMadison, WIAbout"If you cannot write well; you cannot think well; if you cannot think well, other's will do your thinking for you." -Oscar Wilde Hello all, my name is Emily Svetlana! I am 30 years old and wo.. more.. |

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