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Aug 2019
how can i afford the cure?
the cure is my disease
how can i speak with words still pure?
my doctor poisons me
yet will i laud
and make it
soft
the words of the wise
are plainly lost
Written ca. 2011
Justin Aptaker
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Justin Aptaker  35/M/United States
(35/M/United States)   
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