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[leftiswhatgodmademe]

Living and dying in the lap of luxury. Numbed up and dumb struck by my anxiety. This is the most wintery discontent I've been in. Discord and Dickens can lick my slip cord and hip pin. New year's is coming and Christmas is still birthed, egg nog runith this cup over and I'm still on this earth.

Forget the hospital just leave em at the morgue, punch drunk in porridge. Nourish this mess with nourish mints, after dinner thoughts and after dinner sins. They brought the aperitif, hot mold wine to sip away the sadness, madness, tragic past mist. Mental fog, playing mental frogger, don't call her, just stall her, are all here, there , where, snapped and snared? Sip slow and go with the flow, this world blows just like and die in the snow.

[leftiswhatgodmademe]

Kaz: Lukewarm smile breaking the proverbial ice. His voice is the compress to overtly societal compress. He knows what we want without bending over backwards to tell us. He is a need to an aching want. He cool in the churning hotspot. Sweet sweat without trembling. Professional. Purely because that is what we need.

[leftiswhatgodmademe]

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Until we raise a glass again, together as both strangers and friends. May your hours be happy and your roads are true. May you find safety and health until the next morning dew. Until we raise a glass again together for fun with family and friends, Slainte!

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[leftiswhatgodmademe]

Part 1 of 2, "7 poems I wrote at my local bar last Friday night" @local44 👍🍻

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Part 2 of 2, "poems I wrote at my local bar last Friday night" @local44 👍🍻

[leftiswhatgodmademe]

They repainted the bathroom in the bar, so many memories lost, so many memories yet to be made, welcome to the new era! @local44

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