I am my own apothecary
me, i am my medicine
my body is full of empathy
doctor love will heal me
i am a receptacle
poisoning no body
i am my referee
and not a one armed bandit
from which one can pull
in which one might push
no lies shall pass the chambers
of my precious heart
am I a bard melancholy
no entrance for lies
or false compromise;
I am my own apothecary
me i am my medicine
my body is full of empathy
doctor love will heal me
i am a receptacle
poisoning no body! M
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