*Note: This poem was written during a migraine crisis, when I was lucky enough to be functional. Maybe these words was a way for me to curse the pain away, maybe....
Dear pain,
you who run through my brain
and you're warming up my blood
You lovely pain,
that your voice, so sharp,
is puncturing my ears
Dear pain,
you I can hear in silence
calling my name
You lovely pain,
that I can feel your touch
upon my so fragile skin
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