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Ode to a Silent Night at Frankies…

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Ode to A Silent Night at Frankies

I do it for the love that pours

from the bottom of the tear bucket

to the tip of the tongue…

 

Dripped with the scent of a cheap Coors

tinged with the lick of titanium

smacked against the rim…

 

To the sensation that drips

from the lick of the drug

that tastes of champagne mixed with your tears…

 

Straight from the bottle,

into your throat,

and down to my heart…

 

I do it all for you…

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