He lights my whole future
He threads my wounds with suture
Life starts and ends with his blues
If only I was his muse

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Postscript: I broke down and renewed my medical card. Instant approval. Ordered my goods online, they called immediately letting me know my script was expired. I have an appointment in the morning with the good doc and she said, “okay, will go ahead and fill it”

Haven’t smoked since May and come tomorrow I’m gonna be on the moon.

They had cartridges for $18. *sigh*

I thought it would takes weeks or more before I could smoke again.

Nope. Less than 24 hours. 🎃

Maybe I’ll start writing again and going to the beach.

I need to disassociate.

All this death and dying.

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All my lingerie sitting in a drawer.

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Boo season is here 🎃

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*casts spell on bad neighbor*

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