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Fumes - Poetry Factivism

I read it like a book, That flick to a flame. Sheltered by your hand, To burn the paper. But you don't care for the paper, Or the risk you take, When it touches your lips. Inhale your liberation. The toxic fumes go down, Just to come back up. Through your mouth the smoke comes. And you abandon the fumes. You exhale your freedom, Only because you have to. And I have to ask you, "How did the liberation taste?" You'll answer, 'It was great.' Or something like that. I'll respond with another question, "Then why did you have to exhale?"

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FACT time

Did you know that battery acid, arsenic (rat poison), ammonia (found in bleach), formaldehyde (used to reserve dead bodies), and 700+ ingredients are in cigarettes? Yeah, gross.