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[perfectinmymind]

You're beautiful
With the cigarette
in your hand
Smoke fills your lungs
blown in the air
of gratitude and breaks
Nine more months and
it will be okay
Deceptions breaking
old memories
While your hand
touches mine
You tell me
Everything will be okay
only if you just let it
grace in magnitudes
Now we're on your bed
trying to bring back
All that was lost
the night you let me go
But this time
When your lips touch mine
memories of what
used to be
[in us]
are all that is there
and we hold on
to the love we shared
angry fights
just disappear
in that cloud of smoke
That fills the air