Touch me not, leave this heart tied knot.
Touch me not, this temple's getting rot.
Must I unveil the mask?
Interlink, interweave, intertwine,
no one's gonna intervene.
Rising and falling, oh I forgot the trolling.
We'll get there please be fair.
I insist an interfere, slower
slower, quick! I can make a trick
Lick, lick please don't mimic.
Satyr's in your bivoauc, you're almost there,
slowly knock, it's OK to lose the track.
Glooming light of clover's luck,
phew the lamp! Captain's might shock!
We're there, please don't sheer.
Closet creature, please not screech.
Men might notice that we are leech.
March, march from dawn till dusk,
the sky we reach, salute the lust.
"Tomorrow again my fellow men."
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Satyr in a Bivoauc
ŞiirI wrote this poem when I was curious about my gender. Society says that I am fixed at birth and should be fixed at death too. Socially-constructed ideas are fallacy and I debunk that idea about "human's nature is unchangeable." It is changeable, i...
