Quiddities Poems - Poems about Quiddities

...The quacksalver’s quicksilver cure-- slathering a salt salve or quaffing mercury-- might sound like quatsch, a bad wine of qually quality, but remember a time when faith aligned with alchemy, be......

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...To my left, a withered lady recounting each and every blink of life To my right, an empty seat, Rather, occupied but the presence I deny, grown cold From an ******* in a suit reading a Maxim magaz......

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