What Started as an Ordinary Beer Run

Across eager moments we'll mistake for hours, I'll disentangle, my poverty revealed by your moonlight gaze, seeping through the cracks in a dark room's blinds: I can never truly hide from the world. So tonight, I'll be the tributary from which you drink, a lodging between your travels. Tomorrow, I'll be a memory, one that I hope brings joy when you shut your eyes for the final time.



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Writer(s): Ian Thompson
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