dew and tears
rain and fears
lying and doping
a hillock and chai
whiskey then a beer
then a wine and then a rum
november nites
crazy dreams
mingling sillhoettes
bantering tongues
nothing really
but so much to talk...
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And so you have put all this talent up, in only a day or so? Awesomeness.