In time we'll witness her affect
released from dark cow-eyed daze.
We wonder at how such a mind
could have, like jerky, been cured.
Now Wait for the drugs to take effect,
Aim to get through the next couple days.
In the end we don't think she'll mind.
Praise to science - all will be cured!
Waiting for the drugs to take effect;
been craving this evening for days.
It's trouble but don't really mind-
From sobriety I scream to be cured.
Subtle changes in affect,
mouth dry, ethereal daze.
and wonder at just
how one's mind
Can, like jerky, be cured...
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- I am always with you, gajanan mishra
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