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Jan 2012
Flash of light, then the pain.

                                       Why do I get so many migraines?

                      Color'ed lights in my eyes.

                                                             For ever moving outwards.
                                               But the color's I can see.
                              I know they are there.
                But not clear to me.

                                           I can not.
                                                      Tell you what color they are.
                                                                                                  But I wish they would just leave me alone.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
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