infant
raze
we're
all
born
feral,
and
we
bite
through
the
cords
that
tether
us
to
the
places
we
were
made
so
we
can
get
free
.
we
spend
our
lives
making
and
breaking
and
rebuilding
ourselves
,
until
all
these
organic circuits
and
sieves
run
dry
.
there's
a
man
without
a
family
who
cares
for
dying
foster
children
.
some
of
them
are
deaf
and
blind
and
brain
-damaged.
some
of
them
don't
even
know
he's
there
.
he
doesn't
want
them
to
die
alone
.
so
he
loves
them
until
they're
gone
,
killing
himself
to
let
them
live
a
little
longer
.
who
will
care
for
him
when
he
becomes
a
child
again
?
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go
blather
from