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My gender is a writhing thing in the corner    I poke it with a stick every so often to see how it will move.   My sex is a warm pink alien I cup in my hand
infants are stamped to maximize efficiency to help society run smoothly, you understand yes, they're stamped right between their chubby little legs   categorized in neat little boxes
A human body is made up of trillions of cells Those cells form together to make people People vary in size from babies the size of a hand To still growing adults above eight feet tall
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