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Smoke

Smoke,

it clouds my room.

I canít see anything as the smoke gets heavier.

I start to cough,

I canít breath.

My lungs fill with smoke

as I think about everything and about everyone

in my life.

Iím not afraid of death

as it grows nearer and nearer.

I close my eyes and pray,

pray for my life to end

so all the pain will go away.

But something, someone

stops the smoke as I see

a crowd of people above me.

They are crying and weeping before me.

I begin to open my eyes

and realize that itís not my time.

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