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Good To The Last Drop

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In dark shades behind my words of gauzy

Tied up in omens wafting of caffeine

With my soul wrapped in dusk's sorrows

As my mind's drips of coming 'morrows

Caressing a floozy as a Ouija board sings

Of blue-winged ravens winking an eye

Dripping obsidian twilight calling it dusk

Dreaming in an ossuary of my shine

In dark shades behind my words of gauzy

With visions of laurels

Tied up in omens wafting of caffeine

 

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