More micro dots than a pointillist
No appointment to buy my poisons
Just point and I’ll get you sorted
But first swing by for a frisking from my pointman
If you’re clean then we’ll anoint man
I’ve got big pills, about a coin’s span
I don’t accept such things as coincidence
In order to win, did things that’d make you wince
I’ve sold quince to Princes from Windsor
Shanked your belly and bled you, blood colour quince jelly.
Alchemisland 
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