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She didn't know what to do with him,

So she just played along.

She watched his perfection,

As he talked.

He talked,

But about the materials

She didn't realise her mistake,

Until it was too late.

She went on about with her life,

Deciding to do something about her blind boy.

That day when he talked to her,

He talked so perfectly.

His lips in the perfect pout,

His laughter a soft ripple,

His eyes sparkling like moonlit water.

She decided,

She was going to tell him.

She didn't know when or how,

But such a perfect human was going to be worth her troubles.

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