The lady and the joint Not the type to hide or embellish the plant emblem on her clothing, Just the type to be engrossing in coping, open to all, never of anyone opposing, Glowing and smoking, while gleefully blowing support to any, many and plenty, Not the type to overhype an online persona focusing …
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The Lady and the Joint
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Her Urban Owning
The urban concrete cube she owned started to own her, insomnia made each corner seem to now point inwards like intrusive fingers approaching while accusing her, The loud over-encumbered street, the neighbours, in every direction marching feet, felt like a metallic woodpecker pecking, her energy it succeeded at wrecking, The 24-hour news cycle …
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