My body has been conducting a scientific experiment.
It is attempting to make the chemical compounds in the sperm of random men into the love of a father,
now for such an impossible task,
there must be many subjects.
These compounds are made of random are made up of many things,
note: a dirty look, a too long stare, a hand on the lowest part of my hip
they represent the looks I never got, the attention I crave and the cradle that I never felt as a child….
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