Sick

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You've been running
All day
No stops,
No pain

Your track and field
Is my brain
Drumming the sound
Of my weakest place

Slow,
fast,
A whisper
Then louder

There's no stopping you at all
My stomach won't stop churning
But I can't describe
It wasn't hurting

I don't get this feeling
Hearing the music
Fills my ears
But then my cheeks started burning

The back of your hand
Just touched my neck
I feel hot
Am I sick?

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