Little white pills you dissolve in your drink
Drop them inside
And watch as they sink
Dissipation of thoughts as the pills
They’re good for your mind, your body
Swirl them around like a hurricane cloud
Pieces of mind
Drift away from the crowd
Floating in nothing, a womb for the dead
A muffling of voices
A balm for my head.
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