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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.

MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALL

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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