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“You’ll feel better. I promise,” he said.

And so the bitter pills begin to run their course. They ease an anxious mind and body.

Only for a short time.

Lucid dreams. Caught in the act.

No sleep. Too much sleep.

Organic. Synthetic.

Oh — but I prefer the better things. Silence and languages, art and deep exhales.

A head high in the clouds.

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