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Prescription Drugs

The synthetic poison that courses through my veins churns the bowel of the earth and sent a tremor through my heart. What kind of remedy this is? It heals one part, But devastates the other, What kind of potion man brews? I see the flower buds bursting forth on one branch leaving the adjacent portion barren, It heals and harms It yields and resists... It resuscitates the body but kills the spirit.

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Date: 4/10/2025 10:30:00 AM
A realistic thought. Nice poem.
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