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Smoke

Stuck in a haze, vision’s all gray, Room like a maze, I cannot stay Mind is a blaze. Choking on ash, trying to thinks fast Thoughts will not amass, body’s about to crash. Last moments starts to flash, Suffocation ends at last. words count (42) 6/3/2020 written for SOME KIND OF SENSUAL' Poetry Contest Sponsored by nette onclaud

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