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Cigarettes

He smoked three cigarettes in a row.
Till the last one stopped to glow.
He had suffered for so many years.
This is a story of a sad man's tears.

He was raised by a foster family.
And they lived in some kind of harmony.
They were fighting constantly.
And everyone was full of greed.




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Publicerad 2014-04-28 22:12



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