#apothecary - Hello Poetry

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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Oct 8, 2019

Oct 8, 2019 at 1:05 PM UTC

andrew-rueter

Apothecary Land

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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Circles of chalk mend thy breakage Follow the whisper to know end Propose a query that might find no answer Choose to follow that path of the madman send Silent they wake with their ears tipped slight Shake the feathers off your shoulders Wrap tight in hand the skeletal kite Flight is not with a heavy heart; But with those who choose to jump first

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Jan 8, 2019

Jan 8, 2019 at 11:47 PM UTC

Vsway

Apothecary

Circles of chalk mend thy breakage Follow the whisper to know end Propose a query that might find no answer Choose to follow that path of the madman send Silent they wake with their ears tipped slight Shake the feathers off your shoulders Wrap tight in hand the skeletal kite Flight is not with a heavy heart; But with those who choose to jump first

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I do not want to talk You turned me into an ash tray One that is smaller than you, But has been put to more use I am overflowing with carcinogenic filth However, Now I see you are more, Far more than an ash tray You’re the whole apothecary While you drown your worries Mine fill me up Just another tap from another’s cigarette The ash piles up Onto the mountain, without a fuss I have lost the desire to dine And whine With you Oh sweet and true apothecary, I worry about you

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Sep 24, 2016

Sep 24, 2016 at 6:24 PM UTC

isabella-rossi

"O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die."

I do not want to talk You turned me into an ash tray One that is smaller than you, But has been put to more use I am overflowing with carcinogenic filth However, Now I see you are more, Far more than an ash tray You’re the whole apothecary While you drown your worries Mine fill me up Just another tap from another’s cigarette The ash piles up Onto the mountain, without a fuss I have lost the desire to dine And whine With you Oh sweet and true apothecary, I worry about you

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