Perhaps it's abnormality
In me to think of you so much
But if so, I'll not wish to see
Myself if I were normal. Such
Is how I am, I'll remain
The same, if I can manage so,
Until it drives my mind insane
Or my frail body lets me go.
But if I'm still in frame and mind
I will not stop to think of you
For whether I was once designed
Or just evolved from proto-stew
I find my purpose very clear
To think of you, and wish you here.
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