Walk the streets at two a.m.,
Looking through a moonlight lens,
Feel the stones caress my feet,
Somehow here my conscience sleeps,
Teach me things I don't understand,
Words run through my hands like sand.
Drown my thoughts with your melodies,
Test me intellectually.
Cleanse my heart and soothe my mind,
Memories swim in a glass of wine.
Lead me blindfold,
Feed my soul,
Show me that I'm not alone.
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