An empty jar for you to keep,
With nothing to fill
But soul-tormented pills.
Take one less swallowed,
A half-step to the hill hollowed.
His rock of ages drops
As you fall to the abyss of unconscious sea.
We both diffuse to the uttermost
Of darkest whale that carries us away
To the land of never return,
Tag on the table top
Of corner-street pub.
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