We sit. You pour. We drink. 
Truth pours in great gushes.

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You accept the words I feed you. 
You want my stories. 

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You ask for the ones of triumphant love. 
You ask for ones that league the elements. 
You ask for the bright ones, but there are none left. 

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So I give you dark ones instead. 
And those you swallow with your
drink in the fitting darkness of night.