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Dec 2012
You treat ***
Like a pack of cigs
Get your fix
Off to the streets.

Pack a day
Pack to many.
Ash away
Keep puffing.

Don't waste a second
Lying awake
Without that sweet sensation
Of nicotine between your legs.

Sore throat?
You light another
I warned you
Why'd I bother?

Burned out
Cashed out
Smoked out
*****.

You'll never learn
Until life gets to far.
This may ****, I'm really tired, but I liked it.  Maybe I'm crazy
Zach Gordon
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Zach Gordon  Kentucky
(Kentucky)   
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