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Aug 2019
You
You
You feel the inner restlessness
You feel the throb
A long-term
Pain
You feel the beads of sweat on your forehead
They feel hot
You feel the effect
You feel that the tablet finds its destination
You think the pain is gone.
But only briefly
Tomorrow is back and you are waiting for her.
The painkiller
Bird
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