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Two People by Fire

we were just two strangers sitting by the fire
discussing the aspects of our different futures
my stolen dreams and how you were stripped of them too
we cured each other till waves drifted us away

in november's fog covered roads
we walked side by side and our shoulder's brushed
you saved me till the candle you lit could last
and i was left again on the same road, with same scars
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