please do not smoke

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Puff, Puff Inhale Puff, Puff  Inhale. Sip your whiskey,  how does it taste? Like the tears I've cried over your abandonment? Like the gravel I've paced back and forth on, 
a pregnant woman subjecting tobacco to a life that is beginning to form you inhale dark cloud that smothers no breathing room to your newborn you exhale possibilities of your child becoming retarded,
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