someone who cared
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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
