Conscience like a cat
Leaps into my lap
Settles in and purrs
Her little soul assembling all
My venial and immortal crimes
Until she falls asleep and dreams
Of slowly becoming a human being
With a will and an I of her own
Suddenly she wakes and glares at me
Of course you ate the apple
It was juicy and delicious
The first tart taste of freedom
Dripping from your mouth
Leaving you hungry for more
More and more of becoming you
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