
Chaos bounces around on the inside
Of my skull
Each impact like the pounding
Of the pestle my mother
Used to grind pepper
In her mortar
Before dad bought her
A grinding machine
Chaos bounces around on the inside
Of my skull
Each impact like the pounding
Of the pestle my mother
Used to grind pepper
In her mortar
Before dad bought her
A grinding machine
I love this
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Thank you.
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You are so welcome
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Forget the headache, you dad is sweet 🙂
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Thank you.
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That is a gorgeous picture. It looks just like what I imagine goes on in my head during a migraine.
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Nice.
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