Poetry Wrecks

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Saturday, April 18, 2015

cinquain of pain

Blind spot
Familiar dread
Pills dull, but only time
Will heal, damned debilitating
Migraine

Posted by Bone at 11:39 PM
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Labels: cinquain, NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Month

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