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Dec 2013
I can't breath,
Will I cry?
Not just yet.
Another puff remains.
Through it all,
Wisps of smoke.
Pouring outta my lungs,
As fresh air fights its way inside,
Do I dare to dance this hopeless trot?
I think rather not.
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