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The Breath Of My Fingertips

What will happen if I blow hot air

on the screen and wipe out all

the trails of my fingertips.

Trails of curiosity, of groping,

of searching after love

after knowing.

What is knowing needed for if I anoint

hot olive oil

to make my heart sacred

And satisfy the windows of my hunger

with hot air

that is within me.

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