AshtrayA Poem by oranges_meltBlackening lungs are a trend of the new, I may not know why, but I hate what you do. Millions of people are dying each year, I hate that it hurts us and leaves us in fear. Earth is an ashtray, a blanket of fume. It's pity that leaves us to die through consume. You don't have to smoke to die from it too, people will do it, they'll smoke it for you. So I'm sorry to say that I cannot provide, because the friend I once knew has already died.
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Added on January 26, 2009 Authororanges_meltTallahassee, FLAboutno bio. favorite quotes: Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained." Good-night, good-night! Parting is such sweet sorrow That I shall say good-night.. more..Writing
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