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I find my room doomed with demon's ill-famed gag As long as I have my lucifer to light my *** I find my room purged by smokes caused by The belittled ignition on the cig that brightens more when I inhale more deeply. A puff or two reliefs me from strain and I find my room blessed with divine guidance As long as I have my lucifer to play with it I find my imaginations weighted with more abstractionism that often arrest me to the world of traits. Three and more puffs I inhale I see the cig weakens turning into ashes that shows the future of mine ill-fated with curses and smoke that blurs my room with a distinct smell I wonder how life is going to live with so much hatreds. Last puff at the butt - and I find the firmest of all Desires provoking and urges me to be wistful I find my room doomed with demons ill-famed gag But my lucifer can't light up as am not having my ***.

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Date: 7/23/2010 6:52:00 PM
Nice pen picture of the smoke you have created
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Date: 7/23/2010 1:11:00 PM
Dark, dark, dark. You tempt me with your lovely description of smoke. Please.... Quit already you prat! (I am only 15 days without one ;)
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