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Under the Bridge
I sat there underneath the bridge,
Frozen from head to toe.
Feeling light headed and weak,
For the smoke... no one shall know.
Fear entered my mind,
For someone shall smell,
The green orange odor.
For in my lungs it fell.
No I was not alone,
There was a man right beside.
Huffing the smoke within,
Feeling the same lightheaded ride.
I could not feel my lips,
My feet were numb as ice.
As my frozen fingers lifted,
That circular device.
The concrete that I lounged on,
Devoured the frigid air around.
My lungs kept filling with rotten air,
As the herb made a hissing sound.
I stood up from under the bridge,
Still frozen from head to toe.
Swaying back and forth with dance,
For no one shall ever know.
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