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Genderqueer Butch
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Owned by a few cats, Loved by one woman, and Looked up to by one child.
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02/28/2006
I draw deeply on the clove cigarette between my fingers,
thinking of a time when you and I danced among the maples
But now you sit still as stone
Locked within the fortress of your own pain
Isolating me from the sanctuary I once found in you
You were to me a life-saver,
And all the things within myself I longed one day to set free
Could we again be like we were
Could we be like the camera caught us
Exposed in that worn photograph long since discarded?
As the leaves now fall from the trees
Mingling and burying the feathers of my freedom in you
I turn and walk away
Forsaking everything
Including the coins that rustle in my pocket
And choosing the path of the recluse
I wander now
Alone
A Buddha seeking the answers to my own suffering
In solitude
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Know that The Universe made you in perfection.
And know that there are people out there who recognize this.
-Me
"Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark." ~ Henri Frederic Amiel
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