Who worked until dark,
No matter when that was.
He held his head high to reputation,
And considered his family crest.
But he never really thought about
The blood in his deeper veins
Hustling to carry itself back for more,
Or her waiting there so untamed.
A shot of bourbon for supper,
His heart is all but numb.
What's not keeps getting gruffer,
Waiting for darkness to come.
-jenn long
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