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my body dreams of blindness
so i can see you only through my fingertips

construct your sapling skin,
in journeys over sinew and weave

you whisper sighs into my mapless hands
and instantly they know where to go

how to hold, when to curl
and seek what the light does not reach.

my body dreams of blindness
like a child made invisible, shutting her eyes.

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