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May 2018
When I light the **** after painting my nails,
I realize I should be more careful so I don't
wind up setting my hand on fire.
Then I get high and forget until
the next time when I roll the
dice of little risks again.
Indica pushes her lips
against my nose the
bridge and so
it's worth
it.
A Simillacrum
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A Simillacrum
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