I am to be cured, now that summer is finishedHarvested of my sickness, re-arranged for winter.Seven devils are not easily banishedNor the knot of blindness loosened by a quick knife.Outside, ignored, the July evenings saunter,I have turned back to my room, waiting for my life,Trying to recollect how the white drug fellClogging my veins in an avalanche of sleep- Life Story
-Patricia Beer
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