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cool cool tile, white and clean...now slippery
tummy ache and razor pain
tears from physical torment
this mucus string will not break
face so hot
pounding hot
gravity against my veins
chug it, drown it down, water cystaline
soon it will pass
please let it pass!
waves and waves of agony
all for the size of salt,
stone of my kidney



I felt like writing a stupid poem to capture the moment of pain that surpassed the whacking of baby toe that I wrote about so long ago. Man, no more sodas for me!