(?:H:20:26:51|19.12.07:Y:?] ©c.thomas.carter
Lay me down;
I'm strong enough to sleep.
Put me under;
So long as the water's deep.
Zyprexa Zydis
taken on a whim has left
me today in that familiar
emptiness.
If the essence of backsliding
could be pressed into the
form of a small yellow
pill
I would know exactly
what to call it;
and would already
have twenty-nine of them
leftover at the back of the
cabinet.
Being able to sleep
is hardly worth
this trade-off.
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