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You’re not a smoker, You may buy packs of cigarettes And even own a few lighters, but your Lips do not curl the way smoker’s lips do You do not **** in the smoke with a death wish Nor do you enjoy the thick air slowly threading It’s way through your lungs. You might find yourself holding one like a smoker But you do not have ash stained fingernails; You do not cough like a smoker You do not inhale nor do you need one more After you finished your last one. You’re not a smoker, You’re fingers do not lack hope They are not broken or fading away They are not yellow and they are Definitely not grey. They seem to be alive, Very much alive.
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Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 4:02 PM UTC
A Smokers Fingers are Lifeless
You’re not a smoker, You may buy packs of cigarettes And even own a few lighters, but your Lips do not curl the way smoker’s lips do You do not **** in the smoke with a death wish Nor do you enjoy the thick air slowly threading It’s way through your lungs. You might find yourself holding one like a smoker But you do not have ash stained fingernails; You do not cough like a smoker You do not inhale nor do you need one more After you finished your last one. You’re not a smoker, You’re fingers do not lack hope They are not broken or fading away They are not yellow and they are Definitely not grey. They seem to be alive, Very much alive.
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stephanie-marie
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 4:02 PM UTC
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