q10 wont open again, so i won't write a poem today. Blake is moving out, back to Saranda in 20 days, to stay at a penthouse, over viewing the sea. it took me 4 hours yesterday to figure something out in javascript. maybe i won't make it, but the struggle continues. my new lover wants to phone talk everynight for longer than an hour, i was drifting yestereve on xanax and need to be alone with myself not anyone can get that, especially if you have put your dick into them.
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