Often as I have quoted the same
There is a cure to bursting pleasure,
it's sporadic remains.
a sensation to cease
a stab of a pain
but numbness,
a curse beyond mundane.
wince and write off,
in a 'whence'
and then with a sly
I wrote in a nudge
to all fowl cry.
"tell me(if at all there exists), the antidote
to Novocaine"
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