You can't go outside today
because of the smoke-filled sky
I'm dying in the smoke
I'm dying in the summertime
I will give myself to the stink of rotten fruit
My eyes will go out like grapes gone bad
The filthy air will slink down your throats--my throat--
and into our nostrils
giving us
cancer
(Do you wonder what I cost you?)
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