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Dizzy Night

I drink cranberry juice with a mix of medicine,
I had a rough day.
Thought a little TV might change my night.
Give me a little time to consider the cost.
Does my poetry reach the ear of the lonely.
Someone who needs a voice.
Someone who needs to be soothed.
I am here to heal the brokenhearted.
To heal me.
or maybe you.

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