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Headache
by Lauren Wilk
A throbbing pain pounds its fists
Against the walls of my head,
Slowly cracking my skull
A fire eager to spread
Thoughts interrupted
By a roaring chorus of voices
Resurrected by each pulse, through narrow veins
The bloody church within they rejoice
Fingers curled around the crown
Desperate to keep my brain from splitting
And whenever the disciples beg to come back
They make sure I know they are visiting
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