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“Truth is your medicine”—
she says,
pouring it
down my throat.
“Whose truth?”—
I manage,
choking between
each swallow.
After years of drought,
I would drink anything—
even green bog water,
thick with rot,
thinking it's spring water.
Just give me something—
anything—
to quiet
this thirst.
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