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All the acrid smoke And dust of the world Fills my lungs Burning Burning like a fire I can taste the sulfur on my tongue And feel the charcoal sticking to my fingertips I look around And all I see is a wasteland.
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Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 2:00 AM UTC
Smoke
All the acrid smoke And dust of the world Fills my lungs Burning Burning like a fire I can taste the sulfur on my tongue And feel the charcoal sticking to my fingertips I look around And all I see is a wasteland.
#coal#globalwarming#pollution#sulfur#wasteland#fire#smoke#world
lunartales
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22/F/on the moon
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 2:00 AM UTC
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