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When she died.
Contributed by
fanniesson
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Monday, 27th April 2009 @ 01:42:05 PM in AEST
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Thats not how it was,
shiny white teeth,
cigarette hanging from mouth,
picture perfect health.
When she died we choked together
in a smoked filled room.
Madison Avenue didnt come
and shoot that layout,
freeze frame it
for their summer
bill board blitz.
Get the next generation
to start lighting up
look cool stand out in their crowd.
When she died we sat there
ashtrays filled with half burnt butts.
Her smoking through a surgical implanted
hole in her throat,
and me promising I was gonna quit.
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2009-04-27 13:42:05]
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Re: When she died.
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by alexischeyenne on
Monday, 27th April 2009 @ 02:30:38 PM AEST
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That was powerful.
The same thing happened with my great grandma.
Anyways, I really liked how you brought up how it's so glamorized to draw us in, then in the end it's so not glamourous.
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