Circum-
navigating
this frost pit
I consult a locksmith
who’s actually toxic.
Apothecary land-
mines can confine
My carcass kind.
I reach into the abyss
and I’m handed pills.
I sense something’s amiss
once they remove my will.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 1:05 PM UTC
Circum-
navigating
this frost pit
I consult a locksmith
who’s actually toxic.
Apothecary land-
mines can confine
My carcass kind.
I reach into the abyss
and I’m handed pills.
I sense something’s amiss
once they remove my will.
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