secret life

camp fire cold. blasphemy filled the ears and all i thought was you.

in a madness of comfort for the weary. you and i brought the torture down.

a funny story. and a tormented lifestyle.

you and me.

we will never win the game we play.

instead play chess all night until one loses.

in this case it could be me..

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