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In A Shelter For My Lips | Poem |

In a shelter for my lips.
I am in a desire, a desire for having a shelter for my lips,
a desire to accompany my lips with hers, and in a desire to be a
procrastinator for her succulent lips.
The dramatic enjoyment
by pressing her hands,
the relief after that racy evening.

| I Will Still Shine | A Satirical, Beautiful Poem |

You should’ve been born as a son
You are here to spoil your family’s reputation
You are a product of your mother’s misdone
I wish I had a son.


Sitting in her room, facing the mirror
This feeling can’t get anymore queerer.
What she saw was not her reflection
But flaws that she’d began to question.

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