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Dec 2020
I have a fever
sweat through my shirt
50° heat
cool air, warm seats  

The road, the ocean
pulling,
it would be so easy

Dream like, half gone
lobotomized state
391 miles till I dead end
maybe i never dead end

Shocked awake
acid climbing stomach ache
I know what I’m doing

Reevaluate
hot cold lung ache
icy breathing
fever break

Whisper, I’m ok, ok, ok, ok
headlight stains
red draining brain

Rub and run, loosen
peel, reveal
sinew beneath
breathe, breathe, breathe
Maya
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Maya  18/Genderqueer/California
(18/Genderqueer/California)   
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