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Escitalopram


W22

Left side: L. Right side: U.

Like everything else it leaves me guessing.

Small, white. 10s.

I swallow; what then?

This disk is supposed compel me?

Every morning by mouth

Or my mood turns south.

Maybe I should look into 15s. 

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