A Midsummer Night's Dream

The cigarettes I don't smoke, the face I used to know and the coolness in the heat.

The pretty boy, the perfect music and my laugh.

The home inside a home, Lana and my passion.

The roll, the smoke, all our songs and the side of her face.

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