Apothecary Dream

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I am an apothecary

Hanging copper sanctuary

Moon lit grove of spice and herb

Clay spun pots and glassy curves

White walls frame my coffer gown

I stoke the bread and dress the crown

I sing with vesselI draw thee down

Into a tea from baskets filled

From Phoenix’s fire it’s steam is tilledimg_7400

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