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Dec 2010
I fight you.

I work quickly
Slowing your mind,
your limbs,
your speech.

You feel me in your veins.
The hit is wonderful.

I make you droop.
clumsy and slurring,
you stay awake,
typing, and scribbling.

Finally, finally!
You give in to my pull

And sleep.
A friend of mine requested that I write a poem from the pill's point of view from my poem, The Drugs Are Quick.
Written by
Becka Traite
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