MigraineA Poem by BetanuZweiHead. Desk. Not quite the perfect partners, but it's a start. The cool plastic finish almost steaming hellish skin. The light, which should be friend, cuts like Excalibur through tormented brain. Streaming eyes and waves, tsunamis, in stormy stomach. Some poison from another world, must have been the cause. Nothing on Earth can possibly feel like this. © 2011 BetanuZweiAuthor's Note
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Added on February 1, 2011 Last Updated on February 1, 2011 AuthorBetanuZweiUnited KingdomAboutMy name is Beth, though Bet or Betanu are also fine. I have written online before using my pseudonym/alter-ego Brian. He has a facebook fanpage and everything ;) To save you wasting your time read.. more..Writing
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