The Medicine Man

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Do you have the Cure
for the relentless ache?

Tinctures and tonics,
potions royal purple.
The bandages itch and burn.

The spices singe the tongue.

Is this Wormwood?
Or Arsenic?

Grab the pestle
and grind out another remedy.
That bowl will overflow
with every herb known to man.

Check the alignment of the stars.
Is it right for this sacrifice?
Never.


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