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Cleansing Smoke

This empty pack of cigarettes Reminds me of the time we met We were vibrant and young We watched the world as we spun Around Dancing among all these questions The heavy glow was making fun Mocking the future of what was to come The sun is setting on a love once lost Anew day is approaching But at what cost? Five foot even and burned at the ends It is goodbye It is time to mend These broken promises never kept You were the blade that clipped My wings It is over We are infectd And you're addicted The attention you always craved Comes with a price These scars on my lungs Are my screams as I clung Onto you What's the price we pay for perfecton For affliction So cover me in ink And bury me, just bury me This broken glass is a broken memory Of the house we used to share I'll burn it to the ground As I smoke my last cigarette It reminds me of the time we met

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