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My left hand is humming a low-voltage wire,

while the back of my neck feels a slow, steady fire.

The coffee tastes metallic, like licking a key,

and I’m searching for someone who’s feeling like me.

A man on a forum in two-thousand-twelve,

wrote about symptoms he tried to out-delve.

He described the same tingle, the same heavy limb,

then the thread went to black and we never heard him.

The blue of the phone makes my veins look like ink,

I’m standing too close to the edge of the sink.