She – She was domesticated mind …

She was
domesticated mind
eating hard dog biscuits
drinking sour cow’s milk
vomiting bile
wanting a baby, not a child
wanting a puppy, not a dog
commit myself
happy now
therapy ongoing
in a room with a picture of running horses on the wall
domesticated mind
stale
She is

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