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Dec 2020
Filters litter the ground around me,
Slowly they fall to the abyss.
Waiting for time around me,
To go amiss.
We wait for the filters to fall,
so we may see reality once.
And all the while,
it leaves us behind
Cigarettes and how we see whats around us. its your choice.
Samual Hidden
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Samual Hidden  21/M/Washington
(21/M/Washington)   
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