
a night with a friend, a night telling souls, exchanging our lives, exchanging our strolls, a sip of the potion, kick starts our flow, soon there is talking with freedom and woe, a touch to the heart, a touch to the floor, we make to be closer, we make to know more, into the night, we reach for the other, soaking the sadness, embracing for cover, the stories rain down, the clouds are sublime, a falling of rocks, that no one can climb, soon its all out, the storm moves along, nothing is left, the silence is strong, we drift into sleep, knowing our souls, knowing our past, and how it was sold, and when we awake, we forget where we've been, none of the words, and what we have seen, our freedom is lost, our quest for relief, forgotten we won it, living in grief.
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