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Carbon Monoxide (Co) Week 2: Carbon Cabrona

Smokeless inhales hurt. I cough tar on my shirt. As my black lungs breathe, Shrilling exhales wheeze. Cabrona Falls me Down to My knees. The nicotine cracks My will. My composure Spills. I want This. I must Have this. I sink Into The brink Of madness.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 6/30/2009 6:45:00 PM
My wife and I agreed to smoke only after sex. My lungs cleared up and she still gets a carton a week. I wonder if I should be worried. God Bless. Vince
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Date: 6/29/2009 4:34:00 PM
Addiction is a tough game man. Thanks for the comment and I enjoyed the last time two stanzas very much.
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Date: 6/28/2009 4:11:00 PM
Hang in there, Hai. You can do it. Wow! Your poem lets the reader see your struggle in an interesting way. Very nice.
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Date: 6/25/2009 7:32:00 PM
I am so sorry for your struggle....hang in there friend.
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Date: 6/25/2009 12:18:00 AM
The spilt Stanzas have A Terrif Form Like your drowning,And thats how i read it with A line And a stutter!<33
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