Fakeup
He examined her, after she was finished being bathed,
Convinced she wasn't the same, with her body unscathed,
Pondering.. He wondered which mind was corrupted,
Which of their brains were artificially interrupted?
He added them up - one, two, three...
All three of them were,
to an intolerable degree.
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