Cig's (standard:other, 63 words)
Author: unmercifulevent@aol.com	Added: Jul 08 2009	Views/Reads: 2767/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Its just about cigs..

My eyes burn of the smoke, My hands stink of the ash, My tongue keeps
the taste, My clothes stays with the stench, My hair is always diluted 
with this killer -- Harsh coughs, Harsh Talks This man is really 
killing me, Deeper the pain goes, To the heart we stole. This is my 
end, this is your end. Watch out my friend.


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