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Glove Anesthesia

Autonomic embrace. Fingers
Trace the surfaces, the crevices, the face
Of everyday objects.
Unaware of undertones, Phalanges
Feel forms not forces. The blind
Beating of the heart knows
No love nor loss.
Clumsy bodies crowd endless streets
Strewn with everyday objects.
Fingers trace forms. Blind hearts beat
With blood not feeling.
Written by Anesthesiac
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