The Lockyer Girl The smoke sits on the pavement Sucking the air dry I don't think the cigarettes know They're making her cry The smoke swirls under her feet Clutching at her lungs I don't think she knows She's climbing deaths rungs The smoke licks at her legs Calling her to the ground I don't think her parents know What their daughter has found The smoke climbs up her stomach Eating at her insides I don't think her body knows What's squeezing at its sides The smoke slips around her neck Strangling her throat I don't think her mind knows The sound of deaths notes The smoke suffocates her Making her fall to the floor The reaper smiles at her death The scythe comes down with blood and gore
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