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Oct 2017
I feel it in my vertebrae
Where the discs are too close for comfort
An incessant knocking

I feel it
In every uncomfortable upright position
A constant
In a world of variables

The prescriptions are a dizzying temporary fix

Can you feel me?
Can you see my anatomy?
Or am I a quintessential silent scream?
Written by
Infinity
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   White Widow
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