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Feb 2020
We all float down here.
Like cigarettes wafting
in the air.

Its a killer dealing you
the last blow.

It murders your interests
and relationships with its
greedy smile.

Like a monster lurking
behind the bin it
waits until you are
weak and tired
to strike you down.

So don’t forget
the scares its
given for that’s
when the monster
is driven.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton
Written by
Amanda Shelton  37/F/Bakersfield California
(37/F/Bakersfield California)   
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