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Apr 2021
Happy pill, don’t you miss me?
This ain’t what I’d want to be.
A plea of guilt and bruised knee.

The comfort of yesterday;
Chastise so won’t go astray.
At any cost, please stay.

Woe is me, do me a favor.
Could we undo the “before”?
Apt memories to savor.
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