2am
Wednesday night
I sat in a cafe with black haired boys
nicotine and lithium
coursing though our veins
Me and my Big Secret lay heavy in the smoke
as understanding tidal waves
broke the cliffs upon my shore.
We took turns at dark deceptions
trading scars withing the fold
and downward glances, flooded eyes,
spoke more than any words.
A little wind abandoned me
as we stepped into the night
A tiny band of vagrants becoming family in the dark
We wound our arms about us
a chain of wayward kids
embracing home again
and wondering where we find ourselves by morning
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