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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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