as we sit upon the cold cold ground my desire grows withing my soul with every word that unfolds between us as we both divulge our stories that weve done that we have never told others even people close withing our souls as alchohol sets us free with every word between you and me as faces become red with embaressment with everything word we say will we regret what we say only next day when we wake will we no that trusting in the one that you sit with on the cold cold ground as the night unfolds will we dare speak about what happened on the cold cold ground or will it be a secret that gets buried in the cold cold ground

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