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Take your medicine--from my mouth to yours: from tongue to tongue. Taste and swallow. It's a bitter kiss; the sweetness comes in the back of the throat.

There is a cure for all things.

This is a gift made for you. My hands shake. My brow sweats. My bones ache. My flesh boils. Sickness begets cure and--oh--I have been sick for you.

Fever. Arthritis. Love. Allegiance.

There is a cure for all things.

The Cure

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