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the pill had the opposite effect
 and I grew more depressed
in dream I was at my best,
 remembering the small head
of my grandmother, substituting
 one boy for the next
the sky which had revealed its under-
 hue dropped blank instead
I wanted to wake up, but the day
 did not return, did not, in fact, exist
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