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Detox

The quiet moments Of my day Reveal the words I'd love to say More in the wings Than headline star Not quite goodbye More au revoir No end, just waiting At the start The work horse Eager for a cart A sense of purpose Nowhere to wander DNR For first responder It's kind of weird This sense of loss Yet beautiful Above the dross The ache a pill Just can't restore Quite satisfied Yet wanting more Suppose it's Time Our ancient friend Who walks us home 'Til healings end While head is full Of hopes and oughts Addictive you Pervades my thoughts

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Date: 6/29/2024 7:42:00 PM
A purposeful poem like this one speaks to those who are searching. Thank you for your outstretched hand. America needs to talk about drugs.
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Cynthia Vipond
Date: 6/29/2024 10:58:00 PM
Thanks for calling Hilda! Best Cx

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