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cancer stick
By danica mcdonald
smoke fills my lungs,
inhale, exhale,
letting my thoughts leave
and disappear like the smoke in the air,
so peace full,
so calm,
until i smash the butt into the wood,
ending the smoke off the end
of my cancer stick,
all comes flying back like a broken dam.
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Copyright 2012 danica mcdonald
Published on Saturday, February 18, 2012.
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A former member wrote:
I also remember my smoking days. A very calming and peaceful experience. But cancer is quite a deterrent.
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On Saturday, February 18, 2012, Polaris
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wrote:
A cancer stick indeed. Brings back memories of my smoking days.
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On Saturday, February 18, 2012, dwells
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Hi DMD perhaps "all comes flooding back" to prevent a mixed metaphor in the last line. For some reason this made me want to burn one again, cheers!
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