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Photo by FFH I’ve become sickly, looking over my shoulder for a guy with a wide smile. Often strictly buisness clocked left and right left again, falling into brush. A prick from a rose bush as I regain my feet. If I blink fast enough, my eyes roll back, I get 2 seconds of release, a thief behind my eyelids prys me open again and again, I pause to say, “ I want away from this light.