July 24th, 2020

Tummler

I try to bring you back to life, I pour some bourbon on your eyes

you used to tell me I was so bright, you were, "near blinded by the light!"

have one last bit of your mortal vice--your viscous, roving mistress

because when I meet you in spirit, we will go home

wait for me, because I will come

I will come

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