JudyA day rained out as cars swerve through puddles along Carling Avenue, screeching passed Funeral Home and Liquor Store, never two better bedmates. I’m climbing the walls with these bitten down nails and I really don’t know where I am going. One pill too many and I am Cleopatra, one cut too quick and I am a moping Sylvia with love like contusions
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