I can feel it
my heart
it's racing, it's racing
four chambers firing at once
this head swimming at the top, pushing upwards
my fingers buzzing, blurring around the middles
arms somehow growing roots, feeling longing
and the too tired chest heaves, up and down
it heaves the way you dream chests would heave
something is swimming in the blood
my blood lubricated
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