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Feb 2013
I am like a camel filter
you know, the brand i smoke
you said that you loved the smell
but hated the taste
I'm a bad habit
that you don't want to start
because while i'm killing you slowly
I'll whisper reassurances in your ears
and long after your lungs are black
and you stand face to face
with death
I will still be here
looking for a new victim to poison
Harry J Baxter
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Harry J Baxter  Richmond
(Richmond)   
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   MC Hammered
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