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I must be aberrant i see you and you and you humans and viscerally I love you down deep without knowing you automatically from instinct from the earliest racial Memory
You’d never know the mess she made; she always locked the door behind her The cold made her ever more careful, she could never be too sure What she did in the dark she kept to herself, she wanted to fool them all
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