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Oct 2018
Polluted
The air is filled
with smoke
I choke
I gasp to escape it
And yet I light another cigarette
Why do we do that which we hate the result of and love to do it
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Who  69/Neither/Behind your door
(69/Neither/Behind your door)   
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   Fawn
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