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primal

she sorts her clothes color-coded

because it "just feels right"

and while we see it as mechanical

she knows it as instinct

just like that wide-eyed stare

when she's driving down the road

and realizes she forgot

her handbag at home

and even she, the most complex

of all creatures in the animal kingdom,

feels the urge to run

when a predator is approaching

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ce-thompson
Published
Sep 21, 2014
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#people#self-acceptance#animals#different
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