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Jul 2013
We're all addicted to breathing
Most of us prefer oxygen
But some of us really dig nicotine
I happen to get the most high
off the scent of his skin;
Autumn leafs & incense
With an undertone of a skunked forty
And dry blood like rusting metal
*I hold my breath when it's not in the air
Morgan
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Morgan  25/F/Scranton Pa
(25/F/Scranton Pa)   
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