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Toxic Fumes

Toxic fumes sear
Our lungs, they're in
The air we breathe
Pollution runs rampant
And the food chain
Slowly dissolves,
Chemical disasters
Are no longer just
A fear, they are
With us daily and
We are bound to
pay the price, as
Our bodies deteriorate
Immunity may come
Too late, toxic fumes
surround us and
Could end us as
The human race

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