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Nov 2016
I took one last drag of that cigarette and
couldn't help but see the irony I was going
to quit, but now as I inhaled it exited through
the hole in my chest, It was the weirdest sensation.

I knew I was dying but I had one ***** pleaser,
its not like it was going to **** me, I had tried
so many times to blow smoke hoops... I wonder if I
could blow one out my chest, I giggled as blood dripped.

I thought what the hell and with my last ounce of strength
inhaling what ever air would still cling to my lungs, I
breathed out, and there it was a ****** smoke ring.
It took deaths last gasp to get it right ...

I died with a smile on my face in a land not of my own,
but I know I did this so they would be safe, do you realize
that I had passed, but I did a smoke hoop I died
with a cheesy grin on my silent face..
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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