A Friend Called...Ache Poem by Madrason .
A Friend Called...Ache
Needles, needles in my brain
needless, needless pain
itchy, itchy gain
needles in my brain
pointless bold discussion
I need, I need a timeless
concussion
it's freezing in the sun
the longing and the urging for
the screaming their before her
razor-sharp assumption "more"
and more and more consumption
while it's eating at my brain..
needles, needless, … need less Pain! M
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