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Jan 2013
The air was cold
was freezing.
The air was like ice
But the cigarette warmed everything
Your lungs
Your finger
Your conversations.

Eventually it kills you
like everything else does
But it's cheaper then a woman.
Jorden Ziebell
Written by
Jorden Ziebell  Wisconsin
(Wisconsin)   
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