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Poetry of a Migraineur

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By CMCL819

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Crouched beside cold porcelain
In quiet dark
A bass drum thumping away behind my eye
A big black spot in front of it
Tears that hurt to cry, run down my cheeks
I can’t stop them
They drip off my chin
They land on the cool cloth
That hurts too much
To lay on my brow
Life goes on all around me
But I am here
Crouched by cold porcelain
In quiet dark
With my bass drum
And my tears

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