i've heard it's hereditary

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how is it that my palms are able to cup so perfectly,
around a single rectangular box?

when did
           my fingers become so used to this cellophane wrapping?

why is there so much familiarity in a pack of marlboro cigarettes

                                           that I do not own?
        

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