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SMOLDERING(not really a story or a poem, more of an observation)

Eviromentalists have been screaming at me
TURN OFF YOUR LIGHTS
RECYCLE
USE LESS TOILET PAPER (ew!)
But I didn’t realize anything was wrong
Until one day I breathed in and smelled something reminicent of the beach when I was a little kid
And then I realized it was a faint cigarette smell floating in the summer breeze
So that’s what reminds me of the beach
The world is going down

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