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    My feet were sharp shapes pressing It wasn't as if it was underneath or somehow behind; It was how I felt, that is to say the way I received se… Read More
    My feet were sharp shapes pressing It wasn't as if it was underneath or somehow behind; It was how I felt, that is to say the way I received sensation. I put my geometric hand out into the world and something found a place to live there. The weight of sensation, dictated by the direction of their growth. The colors in either four, three or six sides. Water broke it down and washed it away. Read Less
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What clouded my receiving hand is the way I own sensation