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Genderqueer Butch
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They, them, theirs
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Owned by a few cats, Loved by one woman, and Looked up to by one child.
Join Date: Sep 2013
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Feburary 2005
"Self-portrait"
This machine heart isn't real...
It processes, but doesn't feel.
I DOES everything but bleed....
Yet doesn't meet a single romantique need.
It's function in programming has been told.
Love is something it has yet to behold.
This machine body can hurt and ache...
and it's titanium skeleton easily break.
It has never been touched by a single hand....
for after all it IS machine not man.
This machine mind does nothing but think.
Thought to body across fibre optic link.
Making decisions at speed of light....
yet knows nothing of what is wrong or right.
I cannot process pain from a love lost.
Logic insists a wire must have been crossed.
A human tear does silently fall.
Such a dangerous move, for it can rust all.
Finally machine has lost the battle, lost the fight.
The human inside has finally opened it's heart to the light.
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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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