Pipes

Pipes, and fire, underneath the stars,
Smoke, crickets, near and afar.

Cold, darkness, unaware of time,
Sounds, silence, intoxicate like wine.

Friendship, honesty, a shared lack of longing,
Souls, together, impressions of belonging.

The world, distractions, melt away like wax,
Here, finally, a place to relax.

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