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a pain intends to take residence in a corner of my body. it explores all possibilities. it tries the knuckle on my typing fingers. it assesses the advantages of the outside joints of my elbow. it settles for a while in my stomach and makes friends with the friendly bacteria further in. it travels down to the top of my head, right at the front it sits down and admires the view. it makes quick strides down through my left leg and plays havoc with my toenails. it places itself uncomfortably in my throat, lumpy. there is no place it can call home. it squirms and squeals and thrashes about and finally, with a big sigh, it sits in the right ventricle. the right ventricle. heavily. ploddingly. down it lays its blanketful of despairs. and it starts singing songs of longing and regret.