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Sweet poison

Black flame Sweet poison fumes Etched deep with warnings clear— Yet Dad and Mum still kiss its g h o s t, A stream of pleasure shaped as cancer sticks. Death l i n g e r s in the smoky shade, Disguised as friendly g h o s t s, W h i s p e r i n g of S l o w death.

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