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Going up in Smoke
Contributed by
kailas
on
Sunday, 18th September 2016 @ 12:14:19 AM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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She loved cigarettes
more than she loved life.
The only thing to bring her warmth
was to light her lungs on fire.
Copyright ©
kailas
... [
2016-09-18 00:14:19]
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Re: Going up in Smoke
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by JamesStockdale on
Sunday, 18th September 2016 @ 05:37:05 AM AEST
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The first two lines say it all.
Sad to say I/'/ve seen it many times myself and you can do little to stop it. Great write.
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Re: Going up in Smoke
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 24th September 2016 @ 08:57:32 PM AEST
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anytime is kind of why
looking at the past / stretching out
for some relief from these patches
of blue and myth
there is all this /and all these things
people aspire to make a buck from
the tobacco plant
knowing what they knew
all the gravity of everything
makes us wonder/ the struggles of so many/ while some others pleasantly ignorant of it all sauntering on past/ and then the gravity of it all with a showering
of regret.
the human breed / the unshakable blue from life or even maybe genetic
the eating of dirt / or the rebellion of progress against
the back drop of only fear.
Peace!
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Re: Going up in Smoke
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by unknown_utopia on
Tuesday, 27th September 2016 @ 10:40:13 PM AEST
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That man made addiction is one of the worst
[as I take another drag]
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Re: Going up in Smoke
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by Puppy_dog_eyes on
Friday, 7th October 2016 @ 05:00:35 PM AEST
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Brings the reality home to you doesn/'/t it?
We are a strange race of beings sometimes.
We light sticks of fire and draw in the smoke.
Wonder what the animals think of our antics
Steve |
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