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Your carpet is still coughing, From the last time you smashed your ashtray to the floor; The fibres were kind enough to catch the ash particles for you. That was the seventh breakdown in six months. You never got over your smoking habits; The same way you will never get over accidents.
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Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC
Dusty floors
Your carpet is still coughing, From the last time you smashed your ashtray to the floor; The fibres were kind enough to catch the ash particles for you. That was the seventh breakdown in six months. You never got over your smoking habits; The same way you will never get over accidents.
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Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC
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