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Nov 2012
Watching half the smoke
I blow
Drift out of the open window
The stragglers
Sweep and slide
The daffodil walls
Of the space I abide
The Spiritual Stoners
Of the Atmospheric
Guild world wide
Dancing daintily
Across my forcibly feminine
Detour-decor
For everywhere I lay nomadic root
Is only a U-turn
Or Do-Not-Park
I’m living on Baltic
While the coughed up lung
I chocked out holds out Beelzebub’s
Idea of a promise
For Park Place
Or Boardwalk
Somewhere the hands of
Time
Aren't mounted on a clock
A room where the
(inhale)
Tetrohydoncannabinoly
Induced stupor isn't the
Only thing
That’s
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Copyright Krystelle Bissonnette
Krystelle Bissonnette
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Krystelle Bissonnette  30/Non-binary/Quebec
(30/Non-binary/Quebec)   
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