Miles to go

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 It's about to pour downrivers of rainand suddenlyI don't care.Because I am prickly, stickly sweaty fromsummers ill heat.Just so my hair doesn't clingto my tearsI peel it back from my face.and I peel my skin backfrom my itchy bonesand the sky is darkwhile my stomach is sick.I miss you.but you're better now.  

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