Page 49 - the foreign language of motion
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A new game.
We’ll put blindfolds on and make a mess
It’s called let’s make a mess without looking at anything
You can’t see at all and you can barely breathe Your skin is to read no light
Space is impossible, perception irretrievable Suddenly thing whole other
Peel yourself slowly again Entering feels off
Of strangest return Abstraction of loneliness Slowly again
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