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Sep 2020
We are inextricably our bodies, true?
Another sees our body and then, us? But what’d we do to produce?
Our bodies are us, we hurt and acknowledge the cues and we play sports and lose when it fails to move.  
I guess we even reproduce.
Like when we’ve covered all proof, we see another that left but their body is here.
I guess we’re not
Written by
jacob charles
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