29.07.2018

I love the smell of cigarettes from your fingers,
I love the way your eyes soothe any pain.
I see the way you calm my beasts and dramas,
I watch my words open your heart wider.

You call me special, you see through all my heartbreaks,
And still there is no pressure, there’s no trauma.

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