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Ode to a Headache
Freight train push forth
From out my temples.
Let flow the blood to my
Eyes so that tendrils
of Despair will creep
Towards my Iris like
Vines to the sun along
An English cottage.
Let me hear my heart beat
Within my ears, a shotgun blast
Every second.
The world swirls within my brow
All is black. Then white.
