Moment

Alan R

A moment where you’d lay your

Amber eyes on me

Warm

and honest

Its a different kind of free

A moment where there is no shame

In whoever we want to be

Real

and ernst

My tired eyes yearn, seek

A moment where there is no rush

In testing solubilities

Hopeful

and exhausted

Dreams and delays, in this city.

-Al

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