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Fingerprints
your fingertips are pulsing
from all that touchlessness
where do you leave your fingerprints
when no human skin is around?
your hands sniff touch
sniff skin
and they find you
tangled being, hanging plant
with your roots in the clouds
you touch yourself and discover
that you have human skin
below your mind's weeds
underneath you vegetal body
so you i...
Thursday 11th March 2021 4:55 pm
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