Original Poem

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smoke's filling the room
lighting fires
rejecting food
she's a walking bag of bones
that's holding onto air and coke
line after line
smoke after smoke
there's nothing to help her cope
she's dying inside
but no one sees
just how hard it is for her to breath
smoke's filling the room
~ s.a.

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