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Migraines
Constricting pain,
my brain crying out
for relief.
None in sight.
Close my eyes,
still feel the pain
and rain,
doesn't make it any better.
Three weeks!
I can't believe,
I don't cry.
Dr. Soo,
cry me a river,
and when your river runs dry,
I'll still be here,
making money for you.
Understanding clucking,
clucking, fucking ducks
who don't know...
don't know shit.
Again tomorrow,
it starts again.
© 2001
Maggie Morrison
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