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I named my pipe Sorrow. Because of the way it sits on the edge Of your lips. And how some people choke on Sadness as if it were Poisoned smoke. How it coats your lungs with resin And it weighs your center down And although you may Dispel the tainted air, Your insides are never quite the same.
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Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 4:16 PM UTC
Sorrow, my secret love.
I named my pipe Sorrow. Because of the way it sits on the edge Of your lips. And how some people choke on Sadness as if it were Poisoned smoke. How it coats your lungs with resin And it weighs your center down And although you may Dispel the tainted air, Your insides are never quite the same.
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Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 4:16 PM UTC
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