bottlebroke
bottle, broken
By baruk on June 21, 2008
it’s just a bottle, broken by time (encouraged by a wandering brick) streaked with scratches (like your newly purpled hair) and tossed out on the garbage heap for rag pickers to make a rupee off. it’s just a bottle, dammit. but once upon a time it held good wine. and it now holds green light [...]
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