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Mar 2015
Everytime you take a drag.
My lungs turn black.

Have you forgotten,
whose air am I breathing in.
(Everytime he smokes a stick, it instantly kills me.)
Written by
inkedwords  Singapore
(Singapore)   
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   Azaria, --- and The Jolteon
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