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Missing Dreams
Each time
I fill a prescription
The bottle is empty
Three weeks
Before the refill date.
How many
Of those little fuckers
Did I really take?
Each time
I cash my check
The money
Disappears.
Was it even
Really here?
Each time
I close my eyes
The minute
Is filled with
Monsters
Demons
Dread
Need.
It doesn't even
Come as a surprise.
I fill a prescription
The bottle is empty
Three weeks
Before the refill date.
How many
Of those little fuckers
Did I really take?
Each time
I cash my check
The money
Disappears.
Was it even
Really here?
Each time
I close my eyes
The minute
Is filled with
Monsters
Demons
Dread
Need.
It doesn't even
Come as a surprise.
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