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Living

A breath
filled with smoke
A vain
full of dope.

Thoughts
rush through the cancer
Pills
become the answer.

We are living
unanimously agreed
This my life
I chose it to be.

The result from our
wisdom
A world of beauty
created by make-up.

Isn't living great?

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