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être bien dans sa peau

  • Aug 5, 2020
  • 1 min read

Updated: Sep 16, 2020

I peeled off the top layer of my skin and was pleased to find wires. And currents. An intricate pattern not decoded by another's touch. Rather, the sensual, intimate touch extends the patterns. His hands, his body with mine, becomes a possible body; a virtual body.

 
 
 

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