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Feb 2021
I am uncomfortable
   my head is screaming and
   pulling at my body to
   move and fix
It's easy
But somewhere along the journey
of nerves and synopses it dies
I cannot move
I am stuck
too hot
too cold
back searing
neck aching
head lolling
I cannot move
Written by
Em Becker
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