Poison
some fear you
some hate you
some love you.
Some call you posion,
some call you blood of christ,
some call you nectar of life.
Some raises a glass of you,
some raises from death because of you,
some just cuts the edge with you.
Some never live,
some never die,
but tonight we are all
drunk.
10.3.17
Washington, D.C.
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