Daily Archives: December 8, 2007

Toothache

  The drumbeat heart in my brain, Pain, Pain, Pain, Pain . . . I follow its path, through the maze of my body. One little nerve is dying, and in that death drives the cold flickering pulse of the … Continue reading

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