the cure

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    the cure
    1.
    CURE ME OF MY SICKNESS-
    HEAL MY MORTAL DISEASE-
    MEDICATE MY HEARTACHE-
    BANDAGE MY UNEASE-
    CAUTORIZE MY WOUNDS-
    STITCH MY BLOODY CUTS-
    LEAD ME DOWN A SUNNY TRAIL, STEER ME OUT OF RUTS-
    FEED MY STARVING EMPTY BRAIN THE FOOD NEEDED TO SUSTAIN-
    RUB AWAY MY ACHING BONES-
    TAKE AWAY THE PAIN.
    REJUVENATE MY TIRED HEART-
    PUMP IT THREW AND THREW-
    CANT YOU SEE IM DYING HERE LYING LIFELESS NEXT TO YOU?

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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