what's left.
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olifinch182thinker of tender thoughts
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it's something close to religion and comfort.

what's left.

by olifinch182

i used to fuck around

with fire but gave up on only burning. now do you see why i can't stand to not be encased in chain smoke?

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olifinch182thinker of tender thoughts
a year ago
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a year ago
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olifinch182thinker of tender thoughts
a year agoReply
@bernardtwindwil the human body will never cease to amaze me.

bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
a year agoReply
@olifinch182 That is wonderful. Did you know that it only takes six weeks for your lungs to repair the damage from years of smoking. What an amazing machine.

olifinch182thinker of tender thoughts
a year agoReply
@bernardtwindwil I will respect your opinion, even if this was past tense. (well, to me) my muse has since convinced and helped me quit smoking.

bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
a year agoReply
I happened on your poem. To me, cigarettes are the devil incarnate. It was a well-written poem. I, however, loathed the message. I have seen first hand the damage​ that smoking does to the smoker and everyone around them.

pennySilver CommaI live for life
a year agoReply
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