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A small cup-- with tiny discs and colorful oblong obsessions, I take them to feel whole. I take them with  hope to wash them down-- Are the medications helping?
The creatures scream and shout, From the winter boondocks of my mind, Oh, the things they scream about; Their gnarly, needy hands, Desperately attempting to grip my fate and my future,
Swallow, swallow, swallow   STOP   A gray hue coats the surface of every object   A drought in the mind   Scene after scene after…   Black and white spots  
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