Dark hours of the night
Wrapped around me, shroud-like,
No one to see our hidden tryst
But the staring street lights;

Its in these moments
Between you and I alone
You look into my soul and
There is understanding;

The depths of my soul weep
At the comfort of Fourth Meal.

Tags: Night, Soul mate, Taco Bell

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