Magical Sparkling Pharmacy
This poem was created by Bazooka a few years ago. Enjoy!

The cosmos of the night sky
crash into a million sparkles
and it’s not that I’m waiting
for the sparkles to fall on me
but when I try it
I realize that I’m changing
as I wait
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I’ve tried a million times
and it feels sacred
but while I wait and feel sure
something has changed
or something is there
to help stay on my feet
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This place a pharmacy
where stars pop like pills
changing me
making me
bringing feelings
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This empty space
full of lights
shines upon me
like a nurse
injecting me with glee
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This place a pharmacy
made to kill melancholy
or darkness
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This place
a magical laboratory
of lights, smells,
feelings, angels,
and demons.
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The perfect place
for me to sing
and be with my
inner light.
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By Bazooka Teaches
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Bazooka Teaches
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