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Apr 2014
I have all the pills
that fill
that ****

that settle me
each time I spill
restore me
when I'm ******* ill
warm me
when I feel a chill
nurse me when
I'm crying still
carry me when I
don't have the will

my pills patch up
infested wounds until
my fettered heart no longer thrills.
Crystal Kelly
Written by
Crystal Kelly  Cape Town, South Africa
(Cape Town, South Africa)   
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