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Smoke Over Fire
We do go there, me and her,
when no light meets the ground.
There we swing from rusty chains,
before we fool around.
On a bench, by a lake,
lust has come and gone.
We burn a fire and watch the sky,
while the half-light wraps around.
And I am brightest where she casts,
her shadow on the ground.
On a bench, by a lake,
lust has come and gone.
Half-undone we did at least,
in yellow light on grassy ground.
Then and there, with a silent shout,
into the sleepless sound.
On a bench, by a lake,
We have come and gone.
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