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Under the clouds of this life-shortening tobacco rolled pleasure, I found my toy named death.

Farewell, and thank you.

No wonder why I let her held my rigid scepter of gratification..

Hearts of hatred, spades of loathe, clubs of hostility, and diamonds of torment.

Inspired by the poem of Michael Faudet's " We Spoke "

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