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Nov 13
It does not bother me.
That I do not care.
It seems.
That when I do not care.
I care about the most important things.
It’s not me.
It’s not God.
It’s instinct.
Survival
Of those………………….
I do not care about? Left that one out. thought of it for the last line later..Oh well. Out of my hands....?
Drab
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Drab  Androgynous/The final frontier
(Androgynous/The final frontier)   
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