DRUNK RUN

Last night
Was the last time
That I’ll go running while drunk
We ran a mile
As hard as we could
And it wasn’t as fast as we thought it would be
Big fucking surprise
We ran on the rail road tracks
Not even trying to strike on the beams
Just wildly stomping
Gravel and garbage
In moon light
And I want you to know
That I didn’t make this up for a poem
And I want you to know
That it wasn’t romantic
But it was wild
And that’s something
I don’t want to stop being

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