cursed wraps wielding
callous contractions clustering
saucy smokessmoldering
taunted anger tuning
rustic route rustling
felon feelings fostering
unbridled opening undoing
pulsing passage renting
vying passion puking
punctured veins shrinking
like nature's thrill
when tattered's fiery
callous system's chaos
blackout, ballistic war.
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Note: What's left of a smoker. What a smoker becomes. Inspired by a picture.
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