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Jan 2013
my stomach is churning
i am awake
it is dark
(i can see, though,
my skin is on fire).

there's an unprecedented displeasure
amounting inside me
clawing
thrashing
biting
and the discomfort it causes
is nearly unbearable
as i roll over in the dark
that i can actually see in
because my flesh is aglow with torrid light.
AM
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AM  California
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